Right, so people keep talking about Mudryk these days, the footballer. Seeing that name pop up everywhere got me thinking, specifically about the year 2012. It just kinda lodged itself in my brain. So, the other weekend, I decided to do something I’d been putting off forever: sorting through my ancient external hard drives. You know the ones, full of digital junk from years ago.
So I plugged in this old clunky thing, probably from around, well, 2012 or maybe a bit earlier. Took forever to spin up, making all sorts of worrying noises. Anyway, I started digging through folders. Just a mess of old photos, documents, half-finished projects I don’t even remember starting.
And then I found it. A folder bizarrely named ‘mudryk_notes_2012‘. Weird, right? Because, let’s be honest, I didn’t know who Mudryk was back in 2012. Pretty sure almost nobody did. So why did I name a folder that? I still have no clue. Maybe I misspelled something? Maybe it was some inside joke I’ve completely forgotten? Who knows.
Curiosity got the better of me, so I clicked into it. What was inside wasn’t football related at all. It was my attempt, my ‘practice’ you could say, at trying to learn basic coding for automating some really tedious spreadsheet work I had at a temp job back then.
My glorious coding attempt
Looking through the files, it all came flooding back. What a struggle that was. I remember:
- Spending hours just trying to figure out how to write a simple script.
- Copying and pasting code snippets I barely understood from some obscure forum.
- Things constantly breaking for reasons I couldn’t figure out.
- Saving multiple versions like ‘script_final’, ‘script_final_really’, ‘script_final_v3_works_maybe’. Classic stuff.
It was mostly gibberish, honestly. Lots of error messages saved in text files. Notes to myself that make zero sense now. I think I spent a whole week on it after work, fueled by cheap coffee, trying to get this one specific thing to automate. Did I succeed? Barely. I think I got part of it working, but it was so clunky and unreliable that I probably wasted more time running the script and fixing its mistakes than if I’d just done the damn spreadsheet work manually.
The funny thing is, looking back at those files inside the ‘mudryk_notes_2012’ folder, I didn’t really learn much coding that stuck. What I really remember is the frustration, the late nights, and the feeling of being completely overwhelmed by something that seemed like magic back then. It wasn’t some grand project, just me trying to figure stuff out on my own, hitting walls constantly.
Finding that folder was a weird trip down memory lane. A reminder of a specific struggle from that time. It’s strange how a random folder name, maybe just a typo or a fleeting thought from over a decade ago, can just bring back a whole forgotten experience like that. Didn’t become a coding whiz, obviously, but I guess I learned something about persistence… or maybe just about when to give up and do it the simple way. Anyway, that was my ‘mudryk 2012’ practice. Just me, a messy hard drive, and some failed code.
