When QA Begins Testing The Feature You Shipped

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Content When you've barely started writing a line of code and your ide already lets you know about 3 syntax errors, 2 runtime errors, a grammar mistake, 5 misdemeanors, contempt of court and treason Made with guavaScript ProdrammerHumor.io

Ah yes, the tea bag floating on top instead of steeping properly—exactly how features work without documentation. Developer thinks it's "common sense" that you're supposed to remove the staple and dunk the bag. User just plops the whole thing in and wonders why their experience tastes like disappointment and metal. Six months later, the same developer will stare at their own code wondering what dark magic they were attempting.

The four stages of debugging: contemplation, deeper contemplation, sudden epiphany, and immediate bathroom sprint. Because let's face it—the best debugging solutions always come when you're physically unable to implement them. It's like the universe's cruel joke that your brain waits until your butt hits the toilet seat to finally connect those neural pathways. Ten years into this profession and I'm convinced my best code is written in my head while staring at bathroom tiles. Should probably install a waterproof keyboard in there at this point.

Ah yes, the infamous "Friday code" phenomenon. Nothing quite like staring at your monitor on Monday morning, squinting at some bizarre algorithm you apparently wrote while possessed by the spirit of caffeine and deadlines. That code might as well be written in hieroglyphics. The worst part? You left zero comments because Friday-you was absolutely convinced Monday-you would remember exactly what that nested ternary inside a map function inside a reduce was supposed to do. Spoiler alert: you don't.

The modern developer's apocalypse: your code is on fire, production is crashing, and ChatGPT just responded with "I'm sorry, but I don't have enough context to debug your specific issue." Meanwhile you're just sitting there, surrounded by flames, eerily calm like SpongeBob, because this is the third time this week and you've transcended panic into a state of zen-like acceptance.