Madlogic

MADLOGIC

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The next company I worked at, was a serious breath of fresh air. My idea’s were immediately understood, accepted and welcomed. If I finished something way earlier than expected, it was met with praise. I’m still friends with some folks I met there.

The big problem then became, that the 10+ years prior to this, had done so much damage that the positivity I had just landed in did reach me and made me inifinitely more happy but did continue to stew below the surface.

Making friends was still apparently bloody impossible, while I did find climbing as a hobby around this time.

I didn’t particularly give a shit if I lived or died for the first 1,5 years that I started climbing. If any of the times, people would have stopped belaying me at any time, I would have thanked them.

The final year of that particular positive group of people, I had started to trust people again in a very small way.

But, also on this front, it just wasn’t enough. I was tired, and it had crept into my soul at this point. I was going to see where the limit was, once and for all, because quite simply put: the disconnect was still there.

You see, if you life your life without meeting like-minded or same-development-type folks, the loneliness initially is fine to deal with.

My problem ? My faith in humans was gone., the educaitonal system and in a different timeline might have seriously fucked up my view on life.

When dealing with pain, folks tend to want to get away from it. While i noticed I was almost actively searching for it. Because it were stimulants. Atleast i wasnt bored. So i turned into a information-seeking adrenaline moron using something probably relatively close the wim hof method.

But, after not meeting like-minded folks for not not just mutliple years, but more than a decade? The brain starts to disassociate. You lose faith in humans because you just dont seem to be able to get a connection going.

It'd later find out I was extremely rational (logical, kind of busy not dieing over here), and most folks tend to run on emotion. I lived in my head a lot because I couldnt keep up with my own brain.

Read that again. I, could not, keep up with MY own brain. Do you realize just how powerless that feels? Because by the time you try to talk, before the first word has been converted to sound and has been interpreted by the person you're talking to, your brain already has produced 10+ images and associations you're also going to want to convey in the same conversation.

Now make that even more difficult by lacking in the estimation of intelligence and/or world view of the person you're communicating with, AND having some trouble with interpreting what emotions on faces and body language is supposed to look like, and.. well.. welcome to my particular hellscape. (Add to that, the pstd' times, the depressed times, the add, adhd and lli times and having to master all of them to get to the part of life that's deemed 'normal')

Add to that, multiple decades of feeling misplaced, a universal-error and like a ghost and things start to add up.

Locked-in syndrome comes to mind. I fought my way out of it by forcing myself to start with extreme sports, in particular, snowboarding, climbing, bouldering and downhill mountainbiking.

Because you both train psycho-motoric skills, and once you start to get the hang of bouldering? it's a group of folks that, unless lit on fire, tends to be fine with just about anything. And.. I needed that.

From that context? If Bruut hadn't come into excistance? If I hadn't pushed myself beyond death and socialized myself? This book, would not. exist. Because I'd be dead. There simply wouldn't have been a way in this world where I could have socialized myself to the point of a life worth living. And I've been trying to return that gratefulness by helping just about anyone in that gym to their next hold, next project and spreading just about any positive vibe I can.

I turned out to be quite giftted, with a near photographic memory, a brain that just never stops, always a shitstorm of ideas shooting through there.

So, once I climb something, I tend to memorize how I did it, where I placed my feet (to the exact milimeter), and not just in place, but also in angle, degree, pressure and all of these properties, for all of my body. You see, you tend to use stomach muscles at some point as well, so limbs arent enough.

But, i didnt find that out yet..

It was time to die. I was beyond fed up with this life. If something as insane as my vegas idea wasn’t going to kill me, I was going to help the universe out a bit.

It took a couple of weeks to get to a concrete plan as my brain was still highly ADD’d and my state couldn’t be described as tired anymore, I was simply depleted. O, and PTSD’d too, would later be a conclusion.

Out of the around 9 plans I had, the simplest one would become the actual one.

I was going find a way to get inside a tall building, and jump from it. You see, while there are plentiful ways to die if you wanted to, I didn’t see the other methods of suicide as a valid option.

The downside? most up-scale buildings in the country tend to have safeguards. While circumventable, I was too tired to research it.

The lower class tended to be easier because they simply were less funded and thus less protective measures or older tech was used.

But, i wouldnt need to. You see, it can be as easy as making it guaranteed somene opens the door for you, and welcomes to you with a smile.

I booked a callgirl, knew up front what building it was, acted my way through the appointment with the knowledge: Im dead this evening while trying to come across as if i was having a fun night.

The appointment itself was unremarkable, and while missing basic chemistry i, under the circumstances, couldnt give a shit. I'd have expected that the lady in question would have started to act and attempt to fake the chemisty, but apparently that was too much to ask for about a thousand euros.

Left the appointment, and knew it was time to die.

I took the elevator up with the increasingly strange sense that I was apparently supposed to die now.

Leaving the elevator, I noticed folks in the first couple of appartments either having a party of sorts. I prayed they wouldnt go out to have a smoke because I guessed my entire look was currently enough to draw conclusions.

free-solo climbed myself to the actual roof from the balcony (it was rather cold out, but I honestly didn’t give a shit. It didn’t seem to affect my grip which was all that I cared about) and placed my feet on the edge of the rooftop. I was one move removed from not having to deal with all of this shit anymore. A random wind gust, one wrong impulse, a random passerby that looked up and shouted something, all would have ended me. I closed my eyes, took a moment and was acutely aware of everything around me. I felt the grip my shoes had on the ground, while I felt the cold, I kind of welcomed it. I visuallized my fall, I needed to make sure I landed head-first, yet there were, even at this hour, an annoying amount of moving parts below me. If I landed on a random cab roof I would have hurt the driver which I didn’t want. I wanted to hit concrete, in a spot that seemed quiet. I considered making a phonecall to the emergency services, yet the odds of me somehow surviving all of this by calling ahead made me rethink that. Considered setting an automated call with a simple repeating voice message depicting the situation, but that seemed way to complex considering the impact of my body crashing into the concrete would already produce a ruckus and there were still people out at this hour. I would be instantly noticed.

I noticed I was rambling in my head again, yet I also noticed: I’m currently under an enormous amount of pressure. I’m actutely aware of my surroundings, and while I haven’t eaten the past 30+ hours and am dangerously underweight, I’m not hungry. I’m likely running on pure adrenaline right now. Somehow, without shaking at all. I started wiggling back and forth a bit, to see how much control I had, while knowing that I could hit the treshhold at any point. The treshold being something I couldn’t return from, I wouldn’t be able to rebalance from. And while being under a sizeable amount of pressure, I also noticed I was focused, very aware of everything and dare I say… happier than the 7 years prior to this moment, combined.

I closed my eyes and decided it was time to see if there was any reason for me to be here.

I took a breath, curled up my toes inside my shoes, opened my eyes and pushed too hard.

Something I had deemed impossible happened.

As you have been able to tell, I’m a visual thinker. My brain produced 2 images on the furthest push on that last movement that I simply couldn’t ignore.

What I was checking, before I leaped to certain death, was if there was any biochemical process in my brain that would produce something worth living for.

I had asked for a reason to live, and got 2. Do note, however, that my brain just never stops. So when I mention 2 images, there’s a fuckton more where that came from. I had to really pay attention. If a game shows you 60 images a second in order to give you a seamless experience, I had to glimpse 2 of those 60.

I stepped back, climbed back down to the floor I originally came from and sat down. I tried calling the emergency services, but they were, kind of ironically, too busy. I coudln’t get through. My last option before seriously getting back up and jumping anyway was a less official helpline. They picked up in less than 10 seconds. Upon hearing a human on the other end of the line, I broke.

To the best of my memory’s capabilities, it was a 90 minute phonecall that ended with me having to correct the person on the other end a seriously annoying amount of times. I think it ended up like 9 times.. Something as simple as ‘I’m in the building directly opposite to parking garage.” was apprarently hard to wrap your brain around.. sigh. You’re not helping my give a shit about this universe in any way shape or form, lady.

Cops showed up, and I honestly didn't want to find out if my legs still worked. But, didn't exactly have a choice considering just sitting there would only extend and complicate the situation. Escaping their grasp and still jumping, while an option, would be kind of difficult without knowing if your legs still worked or not. I was guided downstairs and briefly questioned. While this questioning was going on, I was still completely running on adrenaline but somehow didn’t shake at all. In fact, Upon quick glance, I couldn’t help but compare this situation to a comedy sketch I saw on youtube once which compared Rotterdam cop’s to aspiring hell’s angels that didn’t quite make the cut because they were secretly gay. Fuck, now I had to really focus on not grinning. Grinning wouldn’t exactly speed this shit up in any way.

Was made to pay the parking for my car, and taken in a van.

While driving, I took a gamble. Figured most of the big-city folks at this hour they ran into would be major asshats causing disturbances. Considering I was calm and appeared friendly enough, they didn’t completely let their guard down, but I could “pick up” that the focus wasn’t entirely with me anymore. I unlocked my phone, started talking about this random Graph Theory paper I was working on, and showed them the pdf and handed them my phone. If they had moved their fingers anywhere other than up or down? They’d have seen information that’d atleast throw a wrench into the current conversation. They took a closer look, and while I couldn’t be bothered to check their faces, their tone told me more than enough. A bit of suprise combined with more guard-down letting. Just what I needed, because I was memorizing the entire route we were taking. The speed at which we were driving, while trying not to pass out because I was starting to see spots.. I was running out of “fuel”, as I still hadn’t eaten in 30+ hours. The car doors seemed easy enough to open in a hurry but bolting out of the car and just running didn’t strike as a legible plan. A car and 2 trained cops versus me, running on adrenaline, already seeing spots, about to pass out. I was going to need to wait, unfortunately.

After getting a chair and waiting with the cops next to me, I mentioned I hadn’t eaten and might faint at any moment. They responded with that they were hungry too, in the same way you might intonate things when talking about lunch at work at 11.30. They didn’t exactly hear the message I was giving: “Either give me something with sugar, or I’m passing out somewhere in the next couple of seconds to, at best, 30 minutes, dipshit”

Upon check-in, I had a conversation, was made to promise I would not hurt myself for a bit, and given a bed. Which I found to be rather hilarious considering I had asked the cops for anything with sugar and wasn’t given anything. I might not be hurting myself, but you sure as hell aren’t exactly listening and thus already actively hurting me. Quite frankly i had stopped caring, was apathic if i was even understood in basic communication and had lost my trust and faith in other humans.

The conversation itself? Mostly the health care sector trying to gleam what the fuck they were dealing with. Gave them the obvious stuff, because I could tell anything deeper wasn’t going to speed things up or be understood (yet). They weren’t going to properly understand what I mean when I say I had just told Death itself to kindly fuck off.

This disconnect wasn’t covered or seen. I know this, because I got the bunch of papers with the summary of events from their perspective which somehow managed to get basic details of my generic story blatantly wrong. Ever seen the one of those homeworks assignment that’s basically entirely red? Well.. that.

Next up was a bunch of things in parallel;

I'd instinctually notice but label it as if i was wrong, and thus turned out to be right on my first instinct: the docter in question dealing with this as if it was another sunday afternoon. E.g. planning things after the weeekend while im fighting for my life.

My reactions were the conclusions and derivations of a gigant equation that reflected being understimulated in life, placed in a facility that was meant to provide less stimulants than normal life, in a crowd with folks that have mentally toppled over, while not trusting folks and all the previously mentioned things, knowing the health care system would be slow as shit.

I was calculating on automatic-pilot mode on what I needed to say and do to survive this shit while knowing: i need a fuckton more stimulants while dealing with my shocked family, the docter telling me i obviously need to allow emotions and my own family telling me they're doubting me when i tell them i;ll do that and am doing it.

while technically not a lie, the truth was that I just didnt see how Life was something that I was going to fit in. Apparently i had been given 2 reasons to be here, but things werent exactly going to be made easy for me, were they?

So, i walked the conversational line, formed by the equation of repsonses i gleamed i'd need to atleast get the fuck out of this particular set of horrors. Somehow, i managed to plant enough trust and convincing to get me over that particular 'hump'.

The problem then became: while i didnt want to distrurb the order of things, i didnt really have another choice now did i? Because if i follow the rules here, i'll be understimulated as shit and thus be rendered suicidal due to the sytem that's trying to help me.

I was in such deep shit, that while having survived being a literal milimeter removed from certain death and not toppling over mentally (most people tend to crash and burn, need medication and a whole fuckton of time to process all of this), I was, while extremely rational and obviously not allowing emotion but being able to fake basic stuff, crystal clear.

You could argue, manipulative to an extend, but I was just trying to survive.

Since the only way of helping me, was by providing stimulants and a very short feedback loop that would grow some trust, and all I got was a cluster fuck of conversational chess and trying not to crash the other patients by sheer logic - for example the lady I'll mention later who actually was topled over, and me trying not to break her by telling I didn't exactly have a time machine handy. (and thus breaking them),

From the first second of leaving the van and into the building?

I was already scheming my way out of here. Every hall, door, the way it locked etc. They handed me some pills which I checked the name of to make sure I could find a way to check what those were supposed to do, but I didn’t see a way of not taking them without either angering the dude that gave them or getting some actual sleep. You see, I couldn’t seem to stop shaking. Physically. If I held myself down or tried to push my hand against a table top, It would still just be unable to continnue to stop shaking. Yes, I actually tested that before going to sleep. Which was far more annoying then anything else . See the disconnect between my body that's in a complete post-survival mode ptsd like state and actively sending the message: "no fuckface, we aint dying yet", and my brain that while analyzing a lot, being just slightly more active than normal. I was partly impressed by the sheer amount of adrenaline that was flowing through me. Sorry, mispelled grin-inducing-worthy there. If im this clear and this rational while my body cant stop flipping the fuck out under the sheer insane adrenaline that's still flowing through you and basically is your primary survival instinct and life-force, im increasingly aware and becoming more receptive to the notion that I understand why making friends or basic people trust is so hard. I'm the odd one out in a holy-fuck way,. Because this cant' be called human anymore.

Took the pills on a gamble, and tried to get some shuteye, and really hoped those pills were only to calm me down and not anything else. You see, the phonecall check from the cop with autism lady told the cop I wasnt confused in any way. I was actually completely rational. The problem was, that I couldn’t exactly look into that cops brain to see if he actually believed that. The medical staff probably gleamed some stuff in the intake conversation as well, but I simply didn’t trust humans anymore and adding other medication would have, quite simply, made me determined to get validated as sane, healthy and ready for attempt number two at life, and jumping within a few days as a ‘fuck you’ to the human brain’s process of interpreting and drawing conclusions. E.g. convincing the health care sector that I was ‘ok’, and consequently jumping of the nearest building as a ‘fuck you’.

I was woken up and given something to eat.

Quickly googled (I still had my phone with me, that was never taken away) the medication in my own room, which thankfully really only turned out to be muscle-relaxers.

On the bright side: my memory of the internals of the building matched with the day-light version. On the grim side of things: … I still couldn’t stop shaking, was guessing that I was probably being looked at or otherwise monitored in ways I didn’t currently see. After breakfast, I was, once again, bored out of my skull. And as you might be able to guess: the entirety point of this facility was to have a stimulant-free environment as possible. I was already severaly understimulated, so this was going to be a particularly nasty version of hell.

The only conclusion that I could come to was the obvious one. I was going to need to break out of here. For -FUCK – sake's…

graph theory boek naar binnen terwijl intern – hilarish dat info wel doorkomt, ze zoeken naar contraband, een klein subdeel van informatie.

During my entire stay there, I later heard from my dad he expected I would be under heavy medication. Aside from those pills I got which turned out to be muscle relaxers? which managed to stop my body from shaking so much the first 3 days? I never had any medication. Welcome to my analytical brain.

Prison break only with, you know, slightly less stabby people. and the rough inverse of the stimulants in the average high-security prison. Namely: any stimulants were actively monitored and removed. So scheming to break out was the only way to have enough stimulants, ironically. Acting fine? Knowing how to talk without actually saying much without arousing too much suspicion? Not trusting people? Had all of those down already.

My family came to visit, which meant I had show my actual self for a bit while switching between my scheming brain and trying to calm them down. I might be in a world of shit right now, but trying to un-worry them a bit seemed the only right thing to do. I was pretty damn sure I was one of the very few humans on planet earth who seemed to understand that I was fine to take another stab at life to see if this time around, shit would actually co-operate. It would take the health care system and the world atleast several months. [sarcasm] Not annoying at all [/sarcasm].

That second stab at life? It'd need a small miracle (read: unphantomable amounts of reach-outs from life itself) - but mostly was fine to see if i could find a set of hobbies, a job and some friends that would actually fit. But, i was still in doubt if shit was even possible. Because I was tired in my soul, and quite frankly atleast skeptical to this entire ordeal.

What caught my attention however, was the glasses, the dishwasher contents, knives and relatively quick access to the outside world.

I didn’t see any inventory sheets of everything in the room laying around, so I figured they kept those in a seperate room of sorts.

After my family was gone, I memorized every license plate outside, I could see, made a mental map of the surrounding buildings and roads I could see, noticed a seemingly open-air yard-ish type deal.

Upon a visitation of my family I tried to make them laugh a bit by telling them of one of my escape-plans in a round-about way which seemed inoxuous enough to not raise too much suspicion.

You see, I was also curious to see just how good their security was. And I started to get itching to make a move. I needed something inoxuous enough to potentially raise an alarm but innocent enough to be deemed harmless error. Something I could bullshit my way out of, preferably without causing any actual damage.

The end result? imitates face from the A-Team most recent movie in the flying tank scene - I'm going to pop a window! :D

In paralell, I noticed there were only a small number of, beit secured, doors between me and the outside world.

On a walk outside with my family, I memorized more of the outside world I could see and seriously considered bolting right there and then.

The problem? A. Family would be even more worried, the health care system didn’t exactly finish my evaluation yet so it would only slow things down and I was already severly understimulated, while I had a general rough idea of where I was, I couldn’t exactly run home from here. Any job, hobby or other life-factors would have to be rebuild from scratch. And If I had any connection to my family whatsoever? That would only cause even more shit.

O, and during my stay, patients werent allowed contact with the outside world. So no phones. Me? I had 2. x) Which is objectively funny, yet no-one seemed to realize what that second phone would be useful for. hint

On being remarkably far with one of my escape plans, I couldn’t quite figure some connecting factors out. But, I did know I had a book at home with the actual answer. In my Graph theory book I had some notes. So, I made another gamble.

I started requesting books from home, my family brought them, and they were cleared by the people of the facility. At first, an unrelated book but complex enough to see test if it raised suspision. Mostly because if I was able to read and understand that, surely I would stand out from the rest of the people in the facility. I was clearly not psycotic or something to that effect. Nothing was ever mentioned.

I’m lost on what request I actually requested the graph theory book, but it got in without a hitch. And I had my answer.

I had 6 out of 9 escape plans completely ready to go. Why 9? Because that was the result of the calculation of my stimulant-needing brain and the timeline i'd be able to give the health care sector to do this their way properly. Before all hell would break loose.

For the 7th one, I recommend watching that biker movie - Line of sight, Lucas Brunelle, as at the end of that film there’s this line: “the best reaction is none at all, I’ll deal with it. And while the moving of large crowds may seem random, traffic as well, there’s still a pattern to it, a predictability”.

Because I was actively taking mental notes of everyone and everything in this facility, I noticed some blindspots. Which weren’t always there, not every day, but happened enough to be an attack-vector.

After some period of time had passed, this healthcare lady started a conversation with me. Pointed at the tablet and tried to get me to talk about stuff. Considering she asked about a subject I’m simply quite passionate about (security, hacking), I started talking a bit. I would later find out she marked me as being /suspicious.. To this day, I just fundamentally disagree with that assesment. I do think however, she figured I just liked talking about it and that my entire world view was based people doing bad things. What I meant? Give me 20 minutes and a laptop and I will show you how it’s done. That didn’t exactly click. She interpeted it as being “paranoid/syspicious”. I still find it rather hilarious that that was never re-checked. I figure its mostly a quesiton of timing and structure. You see, check it once, note it down, and if it doesnt come up in the next conversation, the patient will likely not have it on their mind thus it isnt an issue anymore. Rather hilarious considering the various autism centres are then, by definition, just doing a 'trick' without a deeper understanding of the thing they're trying to deal with.

The problem with that logic? the human conversations tend to lean towards a certain complexity, information dispersion and balance between non verbal and verbal queues and degrees. I tend to continuously break pretty much all of those expectations and standards, by the sheer need of communicating the entire picture im trying to convey.

So, by not mentioning something, it isn't out of scope or out of my mind. Im just playing chess and you're not noticing.

I did however, made some small talk with another patient lady that apparently everyone saw was trouble. I just didn’t see the non verbal signals that alluded to this because I was still very much living in my head. Her thinking process was reasonably fast yet I didn’t know her background. I was prepared to deal with random garbled incoherent conversation from her and just agreeing. from what others told me, something drug-related royally fucked her up. This made me question myself… while she did strike me as somewhat odd considering she pointed at cars outside and asked if I had seen those before, on my first day (so.. I couldn’t possibly know that. I don’t exactly have a time machine handy lady.. ), a conversational redirect to the staff made her atleast shut up and do her own thing. Just trying to keep the peace while knowing full well: I’m apparently rather blind to non verbal communications.

In the end, it came down to less than 24 hours. That was the difference between me escaping and causing all kinds of problems, and being released.

Yes, you read that correctly. I had a lot of shit lined up that'd have caused a whole bunch of 'O SHIT' things because I would have had run out of options the nice way.

Please however, also DO read it was a last-resort, and that pretty much all of the break-out plans and preparations for it were of the same degree of the popping of a window.

I can pretty much guarantee that most dutch readers will have read the breaking out part and skipping over the line of thinking with the popping a window. To those folks: learn. to. fucking. read.

Welcome to lateral thinking.

Im pretty sure it was dumb luck, a hell of a lot of apathy combined with a whole ton of restraint on my end that made this entire ordeal look like nothing on paper, perceptually and a question mark for the folks treating me.

The facility closer to home, I’m going to skip most of. Mostly because not much of interest happened.

There were, however, some indicators that made me chuckle.

There was this intake conversation were the lady that was supposed to do it, was accompanied by this dude who was probably her superior. The Asperger’s diagnosis was known, so they opened with ‘You’r smart’. My best guess was they were trying to figure out how to deal with me and wondering what the fuck I was doing there. I didn’t belong.

He was somewhere between surprised, taken aback and curious as to how clear I was. He was used to people being psychotic and the like. I wasn’t.

I gave them the most obvious problem considering my trust in people wasn’t repaired in any way shape of form yet. Technically not a lie, since it was an actual problem in my life, but given their subsequent questions and general approach to this endevour, the complexity of the conclusions drawn didn’t even come close to the problems I was dealing with. I was going to have to do this myself, again.

Later, a couple of days from actual release in this facility, I was accompanied by this employee who filled out a form for me depicting how I was doing. He guessed what kind of music I’d enjoy and asked with a smile how I was doing in such a way that implied he wasn’t worried, but he missed the bigger point. I reacted with the conversational equivalent of Penguins of madagaskar’s “smile and wave” to get me out of that conversation, since it just wasn’t going to get me where I needed to go.

Upon re-entry into my job in that startup, i noticed they had poked right through the half truths of my dad of me being hospitalized.

Silence and not ackknowleding it seemed like the best approach. Because while these were awesome folks and i had more chemisty with them in my first hour of working there than i did the 2.5 years of my previous job combined, the particular discussion or explanation wouldnt have fit into the expectations of the universe. It'd have caused more disconnect and unclarity than it would have helped.

Did the EMDR-thing, which improved things a bit, but I was left with a problem: I couldn’t exactly come forward with all the things that bothered me, because the complexity wasn’t something I figured they could handle. (And, while writing this book about 8 years later: It's a good thing i noticed that. Because they simply aren't going to come close to understanding lateral thinking and being severly understimulated) I did however, make small attempts to trust humans again. I shared some low-hanging fruit, and during my EMDR treatment made sure to visualize the actual shit that seemed to have me stuck in life. I made this work by exaggerating my levels of ADD. This meant telling the actual truth of the low hanging fruit trouble, yet visualing the actual problem. The healthcare worker did notice I had trouble with my attention, so I was given the hand-holds which made all of this easier.

Responsible for planning and road mapping in collaboration with the product owner / tech lead within a

start-up.

My responsibilities were the back end system, architecture and infrastructure and translating this to

management.

From a monolithic application written in Vaadin and Spring boot, worked towards a component structure.

For example, I improved scalability of 2 API’s, the authentication tooling and the transcoding.

Built an OTAP and CI/CD environment which was also used by external developers.

Guided these same external developers when the product owner/tech lead wasn’t available.

Introduced KeyCloak and SonarQube, automated browser testing, automated mobile app testing, security

concepts in terms of IDS/IPS systems.

Migrated the platform from on-premise/dedicated servers and Amazon Beanstalk to Azure. Azure was

chosen because of an Azure Sponsorship.

Maintained a python application on Amazon, in several EC2 and auto-scaling instances. Wrote architectural

documentation for this application while being onboarded.

Onboarded -and coached a junior frontend developer and a medior tester. This entailed explaining concepts,

showing how things currently work and why, yet always being open to input on how things can be

improved.

Automated some smaller business processes which caused less technical colleagues to have a lot less work

from those tasks.

Reference available on request.

Reason for leaving: Simply one of the best companies I’ve worked at, but after 2,5 years I could no longer

grow as fast as I wanted to.Worked with: Java, Git, Jenkins, SonarQube, MySQL, Linux, Spring Boot, Gradle, Vaadin, Docker, Amazon,

Oauth, Atlassian & Jetbrains Tooling, Nexus, Azure, ADFS, Matomo, Java EE, NoSQL, IntelliJ, RabbitMQ, PKI,

Firebase, Amazon SNS. Ansible, ARM Templates (IaC)

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25 feb 2019 had ik teveel rechten.. op interne file share.. en aangegeven ook

en java-professionals.nl ben ik hierop uit gekomen

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