Corporate life Memes

You know you've leveled up in your career when you realize your calendar has become your worst enemy. Senior dev walks in all confident like "I'm a grown man, I'm a senior developer, I can handle a quick call" - then opens their laptop to discover they've been double-booked into meeting hell. That calendar is absolutely bleeding red with back-to-back meetings. Sprint planning, retrospectives, stand-ups, architecture reviews, stakeholder syncs, "quick" calls that are never quick, and probably three meetings that could've been a Slack message. The best part? The tiny note at the bottom: "*MEETINGS SCHEDULED ALL THE TIME" - like some kind of dystopian disclaimer. The progression from confident senior dev to crying mess is *chef's kiss*. Turns out being senior means less coding and more explaining why things take time to people who think development is just typing really fast. Welcome to the dark side, where your IDE collects dust and your Zoom background is more familiar than your own bedroom.

Nothing quite captures the exquisite agony of being a junior dev like watching your client speed-run straight into a disaster you predicted THREE WEEKS AGO. You're sitting there, wisdom bubbling up inside you like a volcano, knowing EXACTLY how to fix it because you've literally watched this trainwreck happen a dozen times before. But can you say anything? NOPE! Because you're on that sweet junior salary and apparently that means your brain doesn't count yet. So you just sit there with that forced smile plastered on your face, internally screaming while the client barrels toward catastrophe like it's their life's mission. The hierarchy has spoken, and your role is to suffer in silence while pretending everything is fine. Totally fine. Nothing to see here. Just another day in paradise where experience is inversely proportional to your ability to use it.

You know that moment when management decides to "trim the fat" and axes the one person who seemed to do absolutely nothing? Suddenly you realize they were the lightning rod absorbing all the pointless meetings, answering the same Slack questions 47 times, and volunteering for every committee nobody wanted to be on. Now that they're gone, guess who's inheriting their role as the team's designated distraction sponge? Congrats on your promotion to "least productive" – enjoy fielding every "quick question" and "just circling back" message while your actual work rots in your TODO list.