You get out of bed.
>GO TO JOB
You drive to work, in a surly haze of geek crankiness.
You are at your job. Your cubicle lies to the south. The front door is north of here. There is a meeting room to the west. There is a receptionist here, talking on the telephone. She looks busy.
There is a soda machine here.
There is a snack machine here.
It is fully stocked with everything but Fritos. You've eaten all of those. You like them.
You go into the meeting room.
You are in a dull, nondescript meeting room. There is bad interview code on the whiteboard. Your manager Rob is here.
Rob says "You're very diligent, but your output stinks."
You can't do that.
>PRETEND TO LISTEN ATTENTIVELY
You pretend to care.
Rob says, "Your code isn't 'functional' or 'elegant.'"
>TELL ROB, WRITE GOD DAMNED LOGIN PAGE YOURSELF
You aren't crazy.