
I Have a Job. I'm Less Sure I Could Find the Next One.
A programmer's reflections on AI, empty hands, mortgage payments, and learning to live with a future that feels less certain.
Author
I am not a writer. I am not a philosopher. I am just a backend engineer from Bulgaria, sitting between Laravel queues and hundred-million-row indexes for a living. The rest of the time I read medicine I have no business reading, French novels I half-understand, and whatever else my small rubber head wants to chew on. Two rescued strays keep me honest.
