Michal is a Pythonista at heart who started using the language back in high school, and never really found another one that could take its place.
Generally involved in server-side back-end work, enjoying some lower level systems programming and networking on occasion, also interested in security. Out in the real world, a crazy homebrewing experimenter, vegetable fermenter, heavy music aficionado, and martial artist.
Alright, let's be real, burnout is a thing. It's been talked enough about already at various conferences for us to know at least that much. And yet, the more bone-headed among us will look for any excuse to refuse admitting it to ourselves. Not even after it knocks us out two, three, four times. Not even after our doctor offers help. (I wish I was making this up.)
Hearing about this in abstract terms is useful, of course. Every talk drives a different point home. It only gets you so far, though. That's why I'm going to take another approach here – I want to tell my personal story as someone who grew up around the block, and try to make a post-mortem of several instances of burnout, so that you can avoid making the same mistakes that I did. Spoiler: we'll go as far back as high school.
Luckily, in this case, the autopsy does not involve any actual death (that I know of)!