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It's common to see code in the form of if (false == true). We get a fair bit of it in our inbox, and we generally don't post it often, because, well, it's usually just a sign that someone generated the code. There's a WTF in that, somewhere, but there's not much to say about the code, beyond, "Don't generate code, pass data from backend to frontend instead."
But Nicholas sends us one that shows a little more of interest in it.
During the holiday season, we got some of your holiday WTFs. For the next few weeks, we'd love to see your New Year's Resolutions. Maybe ones for you- what WTF do you do that you want to stop doing? But mostly, we're looking for the resolutions you want to give other people- the teammate who microwaves salmon for lunch everyday (it's healthy protein bro), the pointy-haired-boss who thinks they can code because ChatGPT generates code, the company that thinks CI is too much of an expense. What in your day or workplace needs to take on a resolution for this year?
We know 2026 is not a leap year. But how do we know that? We need to call some function to find out.
Steve sends us a bit of representative code; on it's own, it's not so bad, but with the broader context, it's horrifying:
For the first Error'd of the future-facing year, we return to our most-hated pattern of every prior year. Namely, broken password mechanisms. Meanwhile, on a personal note, I'm sitting at a boarding gate behind a planeload of people who were scheduled on a flight 12 hours ago! Sure, first-world problems but hoo boy.
"I'll get on that right away" snapped longtime contributor Argle Bargle. "I needed to make a helpdesk request. For some reason they think I need to update my password. Sure, I can appreciate that it's been a while since I've made any password change. The only catch is, I've only been with the company six months."
The market's been rough out there this year, and this "from the trenches" recap of the challenges is useful for everyone to review as we go into 2026. Original. --Remy
Ellis knew she needed a walk after she hurried off of Zoom at the end of the meeting to avoid sobbing in front of the group.
She'd just been attending a free online seminar regarding safe job hunting on the Internet. Having been searching since the end of January, Ellis had already picked up plenty of first-hand experience with the modern job market, one rejection at a time. She thought she'd attend the seminar just to see if there were any additional things she wasn't aware of. The seminar had gone well, good information presented in a clear and engaging way. But by the end of it, Ellis was feeling bleak. Goodness gracious, she'd already been slogging through months of this. Hundreds of job applications with nothing to show for it. All of the scams out there, all of the bad actors preying on people desperate for their and their loved ones' survival!
Who doesn't want a tech support call to handle a leaking printer? Enjoy this noir-flavored story from August. Original.--Remy
Everyone's got workplace woes. The clueless manager; the disruptive coworker; the cube walls that loom ever higher as the years pass, trapping whatever's left of your soul.
But sometimes, Satan really leaves his mark on a joint. I worked Tech Support there. This is my story. Who am I? Just call me Anonymous.
You may have heard the advice "join a union", but nobody meant it like this. Original. --Remy.
The end of the quarter was approaching, and dark clouds were gathering in the C-suite. While they were trying to be tight lipped about it, the scuttlebutt was flowing freely. Initech had missed major sales targets, and not just by a few percentage points, but by an order of magnitude.
Heads were going to roll.
It's time to look back on a rough 2025, and wonder where we'd be if we missed any more red flags. Original. --Remy
Fresh out of university, Remco accepted a job that allowed him to relocate to a different country. While entering the workforce for the first time, he was also adjusting to a new home and culture, which is probably why the red flags didn't look quite so red.
The trouble had actually begun during his interview. While being questioned about his own abilities, Remco learned about Conglomcorp's healthy financial position, backed by a large list of clients. Everything seemed perfect, but Remco had a bad gut feeling he could neither explain nor shake off. Being young and desperate for a job, he ignored his misgivings and accepted the position. He hadn't yet learned how scarily accurate intuition often proves to be.