In 1992 I had an office with a door, a window, a Sun workstation, lots of bankable vacation time, a salary that let me buy a house in a nice neighborhood, and coded in a programming language that I could completely understand for a machine whose instruction set was tiny and sensible. Now I WFH with a really crappy corp-issued Windows laptop that's sluggish compared to that Sun, haven't had a real vacation in years despite "unlimited" PTO, and have to use a small safe subset of C++ to code for chips whose ISAs have bloated into behemoths. On the plus side, I now have git, instead of Cray's UPDATE, whose underlying metaphor was a box of punched cards.