The Dark Light

Ah, that wonderful blue light from the computer in the corner of my room. That source of all my joy, and all my pain. My hands barely able to move from the amount of typing that’s been sucked from them for the great leetcode deities. Their demands for sacrifice have grown larger as of recent, as the world of aspiring SWE is shadowed by darkness, greed, and death. To keep their wrath at bay I do multiple problems every hour, to hope that maybe they will look upon me pleased and grant me a new job. I can barely see in my room, one because it’s dark, but also because my eyes are losing their ability to process information in the real world as I continue barraging my pupils with constant beams of blue light from my digital purgatory. Like a flying insect I’m pulled to the light, and like a flying insect I’m swatted by the interviews. So much emotion and despair as every interview round is like Daedalus completely redesigning his maze. And alas, my single points of contact provide improper preparation, claiming the topic of the interview is one thing, when in reality it is nothing as what they said to try and help me, like some cruel joke, telling me it is a costume party when it’s not, and I show up as the only one dressed as a clown. We can only hope once the great money movers realize all this AI hype is a bubbled ponzi, maybe they will decide to take us out of the pound and pat us on the heads and bring us back to our glory of warm home and delicious treats fed from their hands, the hands of our former masters. But, I must close my eyes now, they see the blue light and can’t resist, and I need sleep.