A young man came to work as a light programmer at our office. I put it on one Bitrix project. He did not like this occupation. He worked for a couple of months and then his dad helped him buy an ascensor car, drowned into some selfie. Our former colleague started riding on it, serving the village pool. I came to the department today to get a paper. There was a dialogue:

How do you feel about the new life? Better than us?

Nothing has changed. As I worked with shit, so I work.