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Content Hard to swallow pills If you think Al will replace programmers; you are maybe not that good at programming

Ah yes, the ultimate flex in 2023 - not a Lamborghini, not a mansion, but a legitimately purchased WinRAR license . For the uninitiated, WinRAR is that file compression tool that's been "expiring" since the dawn of time yet continues to work perfectly after its 40-day trial. It's the software equivalent of that friend who says "I'm just leaving" but is still chatting 45 minutes later. Buying WinRAR is like paying for YouTube Premium or bottled water - theoretically possible but practically unheard of in developer circles. It's the digital equivalent of using turn signals in a BMW - technically available but rarely witnessed in the wild. True wealth isn't measured in cryptocurrency portfolios or stock options - it's having the financial security to click "Purchase" on software you could've used for free forever.

Ah, the classic "promotion" trap. You're happily coding away, solving problems, delivering features, when suddenly management decides your reward for being competent is... more responsibility with barely any compensation increase. That moment when you realize "great opportunity" translates to "we need someone to handle all the meetings while still doing their regular work." The cat's face says it all - from peaceful contributor to panicked manager in four panels flat. The real kicker? Six months later they'll wonder why your code output has decreased. Pro tip: sometimes the best career move is staying exactly where you're happy.

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Nothing quite like the special kind of rage that comes from debugging C for hours, only to realize the "bug" was actually a feature you forgot you implemented. Or worse—it was working exactly as intended and you just didn't understand your own code anymore. The progression here is beautiful: starts with innocent optimism, discovers something's wrong, descends into debugging hell trying to fix it, then finally achieves enlightenment (or insanity?) when you realize there was never anything to fix. Those five hours? Gone. Vaporized. Could've been playing the game instead of hunting phantom bugs. Bonus points for doing this in C where every "bug" could legitimately be undefined behavior, a segfault waiting to happen, or just your pointer arithmetic being spicy. The paranoia is justified, which makes the realization even more painful.

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