🔗 Promoted from Dev to Team Lead: 8 Things They Didn’t Tell Me

I was 24 years old. A baby.

Three years into my software engineering career and loving it.

Life was great. I lived in a small apartment in Southie (Boston) with my college roommate “Q.” I had a good job at a tech start-up called CloudLock. I hammered out code 12-14 hours a day. I worked so much that I never knew what day it was, and my bosses had to force me to go home. When I wasn’t working, I played bags (aka cornhole) with my friends, lit people up in Super Smash Bros Melee, or slept. Not a care in the world.

Then a freight train hit me.