There was no bug that Kitty could not fix, except for this one that has been staring back at her for the past 12 hours.
And it was not even a clever problem worth solving, but rather a careless error that one of the interns input, no doubt thinking that it was a clever move that saved them tons of manual coding, not realizing that any subsequent codes after that error were useless until someone could figure out a way to rewrap them in a workable group, or risk dragging the entire office to pull all-nighters before the client finds out.
Kitty crunched line after line, reloading and retying to no avail.
She could feel the shock and horror from the online forum of strangers where she presented her scenario for help. The feedback received was not constructive, accusing even, of deception and vibe coding.
She turned to ChatGPT then, and gave up shortly after multiple corrections of facts – hard, important, serious facts – that were treated like suggestions on what ice cream flavours to put on a cone. The point is I want that ONE flavour that I fed you, ChatGPT. Stop trying to sound smart mixing rainbows and using your imagination.
Kitty looked at the time.
It was close to dawn, and Kitty was pulling up a simple word document now, typing her apology and resignation letter, taking care to re-emphasize that it was all her fault.
She was unsure if revenge towards a mere novice was her next calling, but she was sure this bug was going to get her fired.
There might be still time to save her job.
She rang her mum, and a sleepy grunt greeted her.
“Mum, mind if you cut the electricity for Limore State for 2 days? I need some time to think over a bug. It’s urgent.”
“Alright, Kitty. Just make sure you season it well. I heard that hard bugs are challenging to swallow, you know, makes your brain explode.”