It all starts when your engineering manager says that you have donkey brains. You slide down, dejected, into your Herman Miller Aeron. You're in the goddamn trenches. If you have donkey brains, then what brains does Tom have? Shitty Tom in reliability tooling? How about literally everyone on the deploy team? But no. The donkey brains are yours. You slide down further.
Build Failure. Could this day get any worse? You hear a ping on Slack. Build Failure. Fuck you cibot. You slide down further, but the bug isn't gonna fix itself. So far down in your chair, you're looking up at your monitor. Hang on, this isn't half bad. Curious, you raise your hand to put them on the keyboard.
You just cracked the code that chiropractors don't want you to know. Riding low. Hands above your ears. Laptop fan blowing the wind in your face. This is freedom. This is Harley.
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