Bittersweet Dragon Butterfly – Part II: Weirdness
A new year dawned, the first Saturday wasn’t so surprising. The same lax team lead-dude was sitting in the fishbowl. I noticed there was something really nice about the place. Back when I worked in the distribution centre of the same company, I worked in a department dominated by men. They were pretty conservative aboutContinue reading “Bittersweet Dragon Butterfly – Part II: Weirdness”
Bittersweet Dragon Butterfly – Part I: Prelude
Big Retail Corp.’s digital side business was a bit of a weird place. Imagine a supermarket, but then in a warehouse. You have this warehouse full of store shelves, marked with lettercodes. Instead of a welcoming presence, this place is rather dark and built for efficiency. At least, that last bit they wish, as itContinue reading “Bittersweet Dragon Butterfly – Part I: Prelude”
Mind-The-Gap Year
In the past year or so I’ve been quite busy trying to figure out where I stand in life. 2019 was quite a busy year for me, when I take in account the things I’ve tried. In the beginning of the year, I managed to fail getting an internship abroad. I wanted to go toContinue reading “Mind-The-Gap Year”
A Son Of Two Soils
For whatever reason, people always wanted to call me either Dutch or Polish. I never understood this distinction. Besides cultural upbringing, what makes me different? When people see my strange surname, something in their heads starts to turn. Some start to see me in a different light, like I’m privileged or something. In this dayContinue reading “A Son Of Two Soils”
Labelling The Different
I don’t exactly know since when I was “forced” to go to a psychologist, it all started somewhere during primary school. For some reason, I was an odd duckling. I hated doing anything that had something to do with the Dutch language or Math/Calculus. And when I hated something, it was with some kind ofContinue reading “Labelling The Different”
A New Born Ruckus
It’s never easy to start things out of the blue, a lot of thought has often gone before that. As in my case, it’s finally time to begin the fight with the pickings of the brain. Turn the pickings into something. Something to be able to read, to be felt and whatever else. All storiesContinue reading “A New Born Ruckus”
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