Programmer Humor

Except that you’re not entering code. You’re not even mapping out algorithms or data structures or reasoning about tradeoffs, as that’s for dirty-handed peasants. You’re constantly supervising and arguing with an army of industrious yet dim-witted sorcerers’ apprentices. Your voice is a lump hammer that you’re trying to hammer a large structure you’re above needing to understand into the shape it’s meant to be in, with each blow moving a lump randomly, and your mental capacity is fully occupied with forming and refining folk theories about how the mechanised idiots you command actually think.