Who gets the credit?


On Twitter, there is a “Like” button. What is it for? if one clicks it, do they show appreciation for the content of what has been tweeted or for the action of having tweeted something?
I believe that it is there for the content and I click it to show I appreciate what has been written.

On Twitter there is also a “Retweet” button. What is it for?
I believe it is used to share tweets that one found interesting and they want to share it with their fellow followers. At least that is how I use it.

Now, what does it mean if you like a retweet? This is how I see it: you like the content that has been retweeted. Right? Good. That means that all attention will go to the re-tweeter and very little to the original? (that is assuming the re-tweeter has a lot more followers that the initial author, of course)
Then what about the initial author of the retweeted tweet? Do they not deserve appreciation for having shared a piece of interesting information? Then instead of “liking” the retweet, why not like the original? you click on the retweet anyway to read it. Or do you? And to quote a famous meme on the internet: “Do you mean to tell me…” that you do not read the content of the retweet? you just like and/or retweet after you only read the title? That is even worse than not crediting the author.


How to make a developer feel unwelcome


It’s December 15th 2017 and I am happily starting a new job that promises a lot.

I arrive at the office around 11am. They usually start at 10, but since here no one really comes in time…

As I said, I arrive around 11am and I go straight to the HR department (because HR is the only contact I have). There I am invited to sit at a desk until the IT guys will bring my laptop because they do not know what my project is going to be nor what team I am part of. I know I am frontend and I will work with Magento2. 2 minutes later the IT guy comes and says:

“Let’s go to the other floor. There’s where you’ll live”.

We arrive at my desk, I see a laptop (with a nasty scratch on the exterior of the lid). It looks kind of old to me, but I think maybe I should not complain from the first 30 minutes. The It guys helps me connect to the wi-fi and hands me and envelope saying: and this is the envelope. He sounded as if I knew what that envelope is. Again, I don’t ask about it, thinking i will figure it out, or maybe it is self explanatory. Then he leaves.


Tags or the equality thing


I am traveling by tram today. There is a person that misses one eye. I am not sure they were in an accident recently or they just did not have the money for the surgery.

Three chairs later there are 3 gypsy women with colorful skirts. They are eating sunflower seeds  and loudly spitting the husks on the floor.

Next to those there is a woman with a defect on her nose that just makes you look at it.

A bit behind there is a man who believes that the microphone and the speaker are the same because every time he replies to the person he is talking to over the phone he moves the phone from the ear to the mouth

The motorman is drunk (there is a very pregnant alcohol scent coming from his cabin). And a  cheap-jack just boarded..

All of these are tags. Do we set them because we find it amusing? The worst part is that the tagged people know we tagged them and yet they do not say a thing even though they are bothered by it. Maybe because we all do it no matter the tag we bear. Also bad is that even though we are all people and all equal, after so many thousands of years of living on he same planet we don’t seem to have understood the equality thing.

This is sad.

It is sad that we consider other to be inferior. Why would they be? Because they were not lucky enough to have been born in better environment? Maybe we should get more involved with helping other less fortunate people. Maybe we should be more understanding or emphatic. Maybe we should teach them the rules. Yes, that would be hard! But in the end i believe it would be worth it.
But we don’t eve try to find a solution let alone to get involved into applying existing solutions. We complain about not having time, we always find something better to do, we have to work. But what are we working for? For our children – would some say; for am exotic vacation – would others say; for food; for home; for mortgages; for clothes; and so on… But for society? Who work for the society? We all want to live in a better place, but what are we doing about this? What are you doing about this?


Why? Did you raise your shoulders? Now answer this: why do we complain about the existence of people for whom we set tags?

Let’s explain them in a POLITE way they they should not spit and should not spit the husks on the floor. Maybe we should put bins in the transportation vehicles.

Or even better: let’s teach an adult to read. There are a lot of potential pupils, trust m