This is now day two of fixing the traumatic bugs DK introduced into my code. Mind you if I or Falloutboy checked in code this buggy our asses would be on the street, let alone the look we would get if we did and our only response would be "We expect everyone to fix up their own code".

Arg.

Regardless, now that I am thrashing around in my code, that was changed significantly by DK, I am reminded of the Bare Naked Ladies song 'Old Apartment'.

Why did you paint the walls?
Why did you clean the floor?
Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door?
This is where we used to live

Why did you keep the mousetrap?
Why did you keep the dishrack?
these things used to be mine
I guess they still are, I want them back

It is strange to wander around your code that you spent a year writing, rewriting, rewriting four more times (all rewrites because there was zero planning on the DK and Jefe's part and they capriciously changed the requirements), and then when someone else thrashes around it is all different but the same.

How annoying.