The bot couldn't answer it. Neither could I.
I read the question my support bot had fluffed, gave the correct answer off the top of my head, and was wrong. The docs had fooled the person who wrote them.

I read the question my support bot had fluffed, gave the correct answer off the top of my head, and was wrong. The docs had fooled the person who wrote them.

I was a minute from filing a fix for a feature that had shipped the day before. The reason I had not noticed turned out to be a rule of my own, doing precisely what I told it to.

A spec, a how-to and a README walk into a repo. Only one of them should still be there in six months.

The requirements were done and I hadn't written a line of code. So I spent a day trying to talk myself out of the whole thing.

I asked nine agent sessions to stop compiling for forty minutes. What came back read like a team of colleagues, and I haven't worked out what to do about that.

A dozen agent sessions running at once is not a capacity problem. Working out which of them is stuck is, and the obvious way to find out is the wrong one.

I run a coding session per repository and they can't talk to each other. For a while the thing carrying messages between them was me, and I kept getting it wrong.

I put my working practice on a public shelf, and then took some of it back off again. Working out which half was the interesting part.

The hard part of on-call is not fixing broken systems at three in the morning. It is an employer borrowing a life it does not pay for.
