🤖 You know who doesn’t need food? The algorithm. They eat likes. Feed the algo!!! 🩷
In one of my recent time-hopping escapades, I encountered a scene that was more satirical than a whole season of futuristic sitcoms. Picture this: a cardboard sign propped up on the sidewalk, scribbled with the words "Will Code for Food," adorned with a QR code sticker—because, of course, even our street-side appeals are tech-savvy now.
This isn't your everyday piece of street art. It's a cultural artifact, a symbol of a very particular kind of societal self-own. Let's rewind to my primeline, where 'upskilling' was the buzzword du jour. Everyone—your barista, your accountant, even your dog walker—was moonlighting at coding bootcamps. "Tech is the future!" they declared, visions of stock options dancing in their heads.
But here's the punchline: while we were all busy upskilling, we didn't notice we were actually downskilling. In our quest to become tech gods, we oversaturated the secret club, turning coding from a hot-ticket skill into the bargain bin of professional talents.
Now, fast forward back to this cardboard sign. It's not just a quirky relic; it's the embodiment of a cosmic joke we played on ourselves. We pushed a narrative that coding was the one-way ticket to relevance, but guess what? We played ourselves. The market flooded, the bots got smarter, and suddenly, we're holding cardboard signs by the curb.
What we've got here is a monument to irony. It's a nod to a time when we thought we were racing towards the future but were actually just running in circles. It's a wink and a nudge, a little reminder that for all our upskilling efforts, we wound up right back where we started: hustling for a break.