I don’t hate Claude Code or whatever. I hate the company pushing you to constantly churn out shit so you need to turn to these tools to keep up pace or get fired.
Architecture decisions or code quality? Fuck it just ship.
You have concerns about an approach? You’re the enemy to your coworker’s promotion. Get out of the way.
It’s all just so depressing. It will all come crumbling down. It’s a matter of when not if. But god I hate this ride right now.
Time to lean into the slop extra hard. Use AI to create massive PRs, use AI to approve the PRs. Automate sending slack alerts when a feature ships. Be loud, really show some massive “Productivity”.
A guy I don’t really like at work does all sorts of AI induced PRs. I think he thinks it makes him look good. It probably does, to management.
I got reprimanded for asking if a guy’s extremely weird code was something he wrote himself. He went crying to my boss about how I’m mean on PRs. Fuck you, William. I hope your house catches fire and you pass out while asking Claude for help.
I don’t hate Claude Code or whatever. I hate the company pushing you to constantly churn out shit so you need to turn to these tools to keep up pace or get fired.
Architecture decisions or code quality? Fuck it just ship.
You have concerns about an approach? You’re the enemy to your coworker’s promotion. Get out of the way.
It’s all just so depressing. It will all come crumbling down. It’s a matter of when not if. But god I hate this ride right now.
I want to get of Mr. Bones’ Wild Ride.
Time to lean into the slop extra hard. Use AI to create massive PRs, use AI to approve the PRs. Automate sending slack alerts when a feature ships. Be loud, really show some massive “Productivity”.
Our place measures PR counts so a ton of tiny ass PRs is actually the move.
A guy I don’t really like at work does all sorts of AI induced PRs. I think he thinks it makes him look good. It probably does, to management.
I got reprimanded for asking if a guy’s extremely weird code was something he wrote himself. He went crying to my boss about how I’m mean on PRs. Fuck you, William. I hope your house catches fire and you pass out while asking Claude for help.