So please don’t. — Let’s imagine a situation. 7 AM: Gorgeous Tuesday Morning It’s Tuesday morning and you just started your job. The sun gently peeks through the windows as you reach for a cup of freshly prepared, delicious coffee. Your favorite coffee. Gorgeous! You open Jetbrains Rider, Visual Studio, or whatever IDE you like to use. You remember…

Sorry if my responses aren’t the fastest — Welcome, Readlings, to my informative story. I’m going through some life changes, and due to that, my priorities are a bit different right now. Also, summer is coming, and with that, weddings, and with them, bachelorette parties! That’s why my responses to your comments and writing prompts are so slow! …

Some American and Polish music from my memories — It is difficult to choose just eight pieces of music from my childhood! When Gerald Sturgill tagged me in his story, I immediately started thinking of the tracks I listened to when I was a kid. BBC Radio 4 has a podcast called BBC 4 Desert Island Tracks. I live…

So now, I lose nothing when traveling — Today, I’m going to give you my “best” advice about taking care of your material things when traveling. One of my Medium friends, Linda Ng, tagged me in her story, asking me to write about stuff that I’ve lost during my trips. Now, I really don’t want to jinx this…

Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to — As I previously wrote, I had many, many jobs, even though I’m relatively young — not thirty yet. Although I’ve spent the last three and half years in the same company, this is at least my thirteenth job. …

I bet you can’t guess what it was — Let me count how many different jobs I have already had. Strawberries, furniture store flyers, tutoring… At least thirteen. Some were worse than others, but that one I really, REALLY didn’t like. Did you ever hear about the door-to-door sales technique? It happens when someone appears at your doormat, trying…

The more eyes, the less efficiency — I can think of at least four different mediums (mediums with a lowercase “m”, haha! That’s not funny, I know) where I experienced the same *bleep* situation. As soon as my work gets more interested eyes on it — which was my intention for some time — I shut down…

Is it called trauma? — Oh, how late was I, and how often! Being on time definitely wasn’t my strongest point throughout most of my life. It wasn’t always my fault, although I was the one who had to suffer the consequences. (The first part of this story is available here:) From the Diary of a Latecomer It wasn’t always my faultmedium.com It was the same…