I Have A Job (But At What Cost?)

The progression from stressed developer to full-blown circus clown perfectly captures the mental gymnastics we perform to justify working with terrible codebases.

First, you're mildly annoyed by spaghetti code. Then you're putting on makeup to cope with outdated tech stacks. By the time you're dealing with zero documentation and no version control, you've gone full rainbow wig.

But the punchline? "At least I have a job" – the ultimate coping mechanism for professional self-respect. Because nothing says "I've made good career choices" like convincing yourself that employment justifies digital torture.