I am very grateful to JavaRush for instilling a love for Java, providing me with the opportunity to understand the concepts and developed thinking in solving problems. Already at the beginning of the second year, I realized that in terms of a career as a programmer, the university could not offer me anything useful , and I began to actively attend interviews for the Java Junior position, reaching level 27 in JavaRush. Everything would be fine, but over the course of a year I visited 5 different companies, and all five of them left a bitter aftertaste of being fucked)) A couple of examples: Once I was invited to an interview, but it turned out that it was a “general interview ” , The format of which, of course, I was not notified about. 20 of the same misled people came to see him. All this happened in a cramped room, in which, in addition to us, there were employees of this company, loudly deciding their affairs on the phone; At one point I was fed up with all this and decided to turn to a good teacher at the university who had his own company. I asked: “Is there a job? I’m ready to work for free in exchange for experience . ” He said that there is . I come to the office at the scheduled time at 2 o’clock in the afternoon, I ask where the curator is, who was supposed to bring me up to date with the matter, I find him, ask about the progress of the matter, and he says that I should wait until the very teacher from whom I asked comes work. In general, I waited for him until 7 o’clock in the evening, and I thought: “Well, now I’ll finally start working! Has this moment really come!?” . I ask about the tasks, and he says that there is no work yet , come back in a couple of weeks, learn this, learn that... All this happened in the background:
- A toxic relationship in which there was a lot of betrayal not on my part at the height of my feelings; Threats of losing a grant at the university;
- Clumped together childhood problems, parents discussing divorce, their endless quarrels;
- Feelings of unfulfilled duty as the oldest man in one’s family, as well as the oldest man in a generation of relatives. Relatives on my mother’s side more than once recalled “where the head car goes, the rest of the train will go there” ;
- Quarrels with relatives on my father’s side through my own fault, after which they kicked me out of their house and we stopped contacting;
- Problems with finances due to which I had to get stuck in the crap of bookmakers. The turnover was about $2,000, which I could have withdrawn, but the greed of the friend ruined me. This is for a $50 stipend;
- Several attempts to start a serious relationship after those toxic ones, and each time it only resulted in a one-night stand, after which I was safely abandoned;
- The losses of the two people closest to my heart: my only and best friend since school, and the girl whom I took for my own sister, abandoned me at the most necessary moment, having previously shredded my already convulsing heart with a rusty penknife ;
- The problems that arose because of all this: existentialism, alcoholism, nicotine addiction, an absolute loss of the feeling of happiness, which resulted in a severe form of depression with suicidal tendencies, lasting a year and a half, accompanied by an absolute misunderstanding on the part of those around me.
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