Idk What To Do With These Interns Anymore

That awkward moment when IT forgets to revoke your Slack access after firing you, and now you're lurking in the shadows like Goku plotting his revenge. Time to watch your ex-coworkers panic when you drop the "I can see all your messages about the production server being down" bomb. Nothing says professional closure like witnessing your replacement struggle with the codebase you deliberately left undocumented. Digital ghost mode: ACTIVATED .

When they said "debug the network switch," I didn't think they meant it literally . That cockroach found the one place where even the most aggressive firewall couldn't block it. $50,000 of enterprise hardware, defeated by a six-legged intruder with no CompTIA certification. And you thought your code was the only thing with unexpected visitors in production!

Someone clearly wrote this code before their morning coffee! The docstring says it "clothes the connection" instead of "closes the connection" - a classic caffeine-deficient typo that somehow made it through code review. Meanwhile, the function is actually doing what it's supposed to: checking if the socket exists before closing it. The contrast between the typo and the correct implementation is peak programmer brain operating on low power mode.

The brilliance of this joke is that it's literally demonstrating how TCP/IP and UDP work in real-time. TCP requires acknowledgment for every packet sent—just like the meticulous back-and-forth conversation where Kirk confirms receipt of each message. Meanwhile, the tweet itself is UDP—fire and forget, no confirmation needed, don't care if you get it. It's networking humor in its purest form. The kind that makes network engineers snort coffee through their noses while everyone else at the table wonders what's wrong with them.

OMG, the BELL CURVE OF SANITY for API testing! 😩 On the left, we have the blissfully ignorant CURL users with their terminal wizardry and zero UI expectations. On the right, the enlightened CURL masters who've transcended Postman's GUI prison. And there in the middle? THE REST OF US MORTALS trapped in Postman purgatory, clicking through collections like lab rats in a maze of JSON responses and environment variables! The face says it all - that's the expression of someone who just spent 3 hours debugging why their bearer token stopped working after a coffee break. CURL or Postman? Choose your fighter, but know that both paths lead to the same existential crisis!

Kids these days with their high-speed fiber will never understand the ritual sacrifice of dial-up modems. That unholy symphony of electronic screeching wasn't just noise—it was the sound of digital suffering that granted you access to a blazing 56kbps connection. The modem's death wails were our loading bars, and we liked it that way. Now I just silently connect to WiFi like some kind of barbarian without properly thanking the router gods.