Who Could Have Thought

The pinnacle of version control laziness: just add * to your .gitignore and call it a day. Why carefully select which files to ignore when you can ignore everything and manually add each file you want? It's like burning down your house to avoid cleaning it, then rebuilding one room at a time. Genius time-saving strategy until you need to git add -f 500 files. Works every time, 0% of the time.

The stack of support holding up our broken code is too real! Your janky codebase is somehow balanced on a precarious tower of AI suggestions, desperate Google searches, StackOverflow copy-pasta, that one tutorial from an Indian guy with 240p video quality but god-tier explanations, ancient Git repositories nobody's touched since 2013, and pure dumb luck. The dog (your code) has absolutely no business standing on that wobbly pile, yet somehow it works! Every developer knows that touching ANY part of this fragile ecosystem might send the whole thing crashing down. The compiler isn't impressed, but hey—ship it anyway!

When faced with a tiny 10-line pull request, we're all code review heroes ready to suggest refactoring into separate functions. But show us a 500-line monstrosity and suddenly it's "LGTM" (Looks Good To Me)—the digital equivalent of "I didn't read this but I trust you didn't break production." The cognitive overload is real! Your brain just nopes out after line 47, and honestly, who has time to review someone's entire dissertation on why they needed 12 nested if-statements?

Nothing quite captures that first production deployment like a puppy discovering mirrors. One minute you're admiring your beautiful code that passed all the tests, and the next you're frantically checking logs at 2AM wondering how your elegant solution is somehow bringing down the entire system. That moment when you realize the safety net of code reviews was actually more like a suggestion, and now your name is forever attached to that incident report. Welcome to the club, kid. We've all been there—staring at our reflections, questioning our career choices.

OH. MY. GOD. The AUDACITY of mentioning you're an open source developer on a date and expecting anyone to stick around! 💀 The second panel's empty chair is the ULTIMATE ghosting move. Like, honey, did you really think announcing your unpaid coding hobby would make someone swoon? Next time just say you're unemployed - it's basically the same thing but sounds less pretentious! The dating pool just EVAPORATED faster than RAM in a memory leak!

The horror! The absolute existential dread of discovering your old code lurking in a production codebase. It's like opening a time capsule filled with questionable life choices and embarrassing fashion statements, except this one can crash servers. Every developer has that moment of "who wrote this garbage?" followed by the soul-crushing realization that you are the author of said garbage. The code you wrote six months ago might as well have been written by your evil twin who hates documentation and future-you specifically. The box isn't just holding code—it's containing your shame, your technical debt, and that "temporary" solution that somehow survived three major releases. Touch it? You'd rather stick your hand in a blender. At least the blender would be honest about its intentions.