A long story against brain rot and Shorts
I'm a Python Developer and Web Scraping Engineer.
I've got around 5 years of experience, and I've made a few career mistakes that honestly pissed me off enough to write this.
So here's my story. Hopefully someone learns from my mistakes and doesn't repeat the same shit.
My beginning was as a freelancer in underground communities.
What does that mean?
Basically, I was doing Web Scraping, but in some pretty shady ways.
Someone had a leaked database and wanted a script to try its passwords on a website.
Someone else had found a payment gateway and had a bunch of stolen cards and wanted help with the anti-bot part.
That kind of shit.
I was happy with the money at first, and I was heavily influenced by the social media bullshit about how freelancing is better than having a job.
"Don't ever become an employee. You'll be a slave to corporations, and no matter how hard you work, you'll never make more than what your effort is worth."
My plan was simple:
Make money from freelancing → save some capital → start a startup → build an app that solves some problem → boom → become rich.
Yeah.
As you can probably guess, it didn't exactly go according to plan.
First, with AI entering the scene, the amount of work I was getting dropped like crazy, and it wasn't really worth it anymore.
And honestly, I had saved some money.
So I thought:
"Fuck it, let's at least achieve one of my life goals."
I got married.
Spent the money.
I basically told myself:
"Whatever. I probably won't make the kind of money I used to, but surely some random $100 job will show up. That's like 5,000 EGP. Food, bills, and the house are covered. We're good."
Nope.
Even the $100 jobs stopped coming.
At that point I thought:
"Okay, maybe God is pushing me away from doing shady shit. Maybe that's a sign that I should just go legit."
So I said:
"Bro, you have some serious experience. You can freelance normally on Upwork or whatever. You'll be fine. God will provide."
So I went to the freelancing platforms.
And holy shit.
The market was fucking brutal.
You'd find some guy from Pakistan or India claiming he can do some insanely advanced shit, and then he'd offer to do it for a price so low that even if you were a literal slave you'd probably say no.
A job worth $200?
"I'll do it for $20, bro."
Cool.
And then there's the classic problem:
Clients don't want someone with zero reviews.
And the freelancing platforms themselves basically tell you:
"You need to pay money so you can work and make money."
Like...
WHAT THE FUCK?
Alright.
Fuck freelancing.
I'll get a job at a company and become an "employee-slave" like all those motivational Instagram dudes warned me about.
I don't care anymore.
I just want halal money to feed my wife and the baby that's on the way.
So let's see what companies want.
"Send us your CV."
Alright.
"Claude, make me a fucking CV."
I know how to make one, two, three CVs, and the job descriptions literally match my specialization.
There you go.
Sent applications to 24 companies.
Surely one of them is going to hire me.
Right?
...
Nope.
Not even an email telling me to go fuck myself.
Claude was like:
"NOOO, my friend. You need Open Source projects. You need to publish technical articles. You need to build a LinkedIn presence. Then maybe someone will notice you."
Maybe.
Not guaranteed.
So I started talking to Claude and GPT about how the hell I'm supposed to do all that.
Then I remembered:
"Wait a fucking second. I actually have a few tools I built for myself."
Tools I had been using for years.
And as far as I knew, nobody had really solved some of those problems in the same way.
I also had a low-impact security vulnerability sitting in Samsung's bug bounty program that I had never bothered to properly write about.
So I thought:
"Fuck it. I'll put my tools on GitHub, write about the security research, publish technical articles, and now people can actually see what I can do."
Let's fucking go.
Then I told GPT and Claude:
"Do a deep search and find me jobs."
After the "deep research," they basically told me:
"Your specialization isn't really in high demand in the Middle East and Africa, but outside Egypt it's valued much more."
And then they started throwing numbers at me.
"$5,000/month."
"$7,000/month."
And I'm sitting there like:
"OH SHIT."
Apparently I'm about to buy a villa in New Cairo on installments.
Maybe I shouldn't slam the door in the faces of all those real-estate agents calling me every fucking day trying to sell me apartments.
So I went full automation mode.
"Find me jobs."
"Send me the emails."
"Customize my CV."
"Apply for me."
"Do your magic."
And then...
BAM.
I got a response from a company in the UK.
Holy shit.
Except...
I couldn't fucking speak English properly.
So I joined a Discord server specifically to practice speaking English.
And somehow, my tongue started adapting.
I could speak.
Not perfectly.
But enough.
I passed the first interview.
Then the second.
Then the technical interview.
And then...
Congratulations!
You got the offer.
£5,000/month.
Junior salary, apparently.
And I was like:
"Bro, I'm a junior as fuck. I'LL TAKE IT."
"Great. You'll start next week."
I cried.
My wife cried.
My mother literally prostrated in gratitude to God.
Finally.
I thought:
"Thank God. I was patient and it finally paid off."
Time to get the paperwork done.
"Where's your university degree?"
...
"I'm a Law graduate."
"Okay, give us the certificate."
Well...
I had two supplementary courses I hadn't finished because I never bothered to complete them, since I didn't think I'd ever need the degree certificate.
I used to think:
"I don't need a job. I'll work for myself."
So I told them I didn't have the certificate yet.
They said:
"Okay, we'll deal with that later."
Then:
"Verify your identity."
Sure.
My Egyptian national ID wasn't accepted by their verification system.
"Okay, I'll get a passport."
I went to get one.
"Where's your military service certificate?"
...
"Bro, I'm an only son. I need an exemption."
Fine.
Let's get the exemption.
So I went all the way to the military recruitment office in El-Haikstep.
Middle of fucking nowhere.
Desert.
Heat.
No fucking kiosk where I could even buy water.
I stood in a line longer than the Burj Khalifa.
Finally, my turn.
The employee looked at my documents for about 10 seconds and said:
"Nope. You're not supposed to be here. Go to the Giza recruitment office."
...
Alright, sir.
Thank you.
Another fucking 50 km trip.
I went to the Giza office.
They told me:
"You'll get the certificate in a week."
"Please, I really need it as soon as possible."
"There's nothing we can do. We have to wait for a civil registry investigation to confirm that your documents aren't fake."
"Do you know anyone there who can speed it up?"
So I called literally every human being I knew.
Friends.
Family.
Random people.
Eventually, God sent me someone who managed to speed things up.
I went back two days later.
It was a public holiday.
"Is it ready?"
"Yes."
"THANK GOD. Give it to me."
"No. Go to window 13."
I went to window 13.
And there were basically young men from all over Egypt standing in the same fucking line.
35°C+ heat.
Crowded as hell.
And a combination of smells I really don't want to describe.
"Who's last?"
"63 people before you."
Cool.
I got there at 11 AM.
I got the exemption at 4 PM.
Five fucking hours.
Then I ran to the passport office.
"I need an expedited passport."
"Your ID says you're a student. You need to change that first."
"Bro, PLEASE. I don't give a shit how I look on the passport. Just finish this."
They told me expedited passports are issued the same day.
Great.
"Actually, you applied at 4 PM, so you'll get it tomorrow afternoon."
I tried everything.
Called everyone.
Eventually someone helped me get it moving faster.
Still couldn't get it the same day.
I went home and emailed the company:
"Sorry, the paperwork is taking longer than expected."
Next day.
Went back.
"Your passport is ready."
"THANK FUCKING GOD."
Before I even left the building, I verified my identity with the passport while I was literally standing in the street.
Then, at the end of the day, I got another email.
"We just need confirmation of your references."
And apparently GPT had another surprise waiting for me.
They wanted references from previous clients.
They also wanted a university professor who knew me personally and could basically confirm that I'm a decent human being.
And they casually added:
"Sorry, we didn't mention this requirement earlier."
...
Motherfucker.
You obviously got suspicious because my background wasn't straightforward, so you decided to dig deeper.
Fair enough.
I started looking for people who could vouch for me.
I found some guys on LinkedIn who were willing to say they had worked with me.
Those guys were absolute legends.
They barely knew me and still tried to help.
My wife was a former university classmate and a top student, so she contacted one of our professors.
The professor was incredibly kind and agreed to vouch for me.
Okay.
We're finally going to work.
Right?
Nope.
The company wanted to video call the references.
So I had to tell everyone:
"Guys, sorry, the guy from the UK is going to video call you. Please don't kill me."
They agreed.
Everything was ready.
And then...
The email arrived.
We're withdrawing the offer.
...
I was fucking destroyed.
I had already built the whole future in my head.
I was literally two days away from starting the job.
And it was gone.
But I told myself:
"Whatever. If I made it that far once, I'll make it that far again."
So I kept applying.
I'd get interviews.
We'd talk.
Sometimes I'd reach technical interviews.
And then...
Silence.
GPT and Claude told me:
"Probably because you don't have previous corporate employment experience, or because companies prioritize candidates from their own country."
Okay.
Let's look at Egypt.
Apparently, here, companies see Web Scraping as more of a side skill of Backend development.
"Learn Backend. Your chances will be much better in Egypt and abroad."
Fine.
I learned Backend.
Then:
"Now market yourself on LinkedIn. Message people. Build relationships."
So I did.
Because I already had automation experience, I built a bot, connected it to a local LLM, and made it interact with LinkedIn posts in a reasonably human way.
It actually worked.
I grew my LinkedIn from basically zero to around 500 followers in less than a month / month and a half.
Then a CEO from another Arab country contacted me.
He offered me a task.
The task was supposed to be worth around $400.
He offered $200.
I said:
"Fuck it. At least someone is willing to pay me."
I accepted.
I even told him I wasn't going to negotiate the price because I was thinking long-term and wanted to build a relationship.
I finished the task.
And then...
Nothing.
The long-term relationship apparently went on vacation.
The money kept disappearing.
Things kept getting worse.
Eventually I said:
"Fuck it. Give me a call center job."
I went to an English call center interview.
And apparently my English brain was running on educational free-tier mode.
Three interviews.
Three rejections.
Alright.
Fuck it.
"Give me an Arabic call center job."
And that's where I am right now.
I'm currently training to work at WE as a call center agent.
And honestly?
I'm grateful.
It's halal money.
It feeds my family.
And that's what matters right now.
What did I learn?
If you're still watching Shorts and consuming motivational bullshit telling you that you're going to become a millionaire because you learned Python...
Maybe you need to work in a call center.
Seriously.
Here's what I actually learned:
Don't depend on one source of income.
Don't assume that being technically good automatically means you'll make money.
Build proof of work. GitHub, articles, projects, whatever.
Build relationships before you need them.
Take documentation and verification seriously.
Don't believe AI-generated salary numbers without doing your own research.
Don't let a single rejection convince you that your entire career is dead.
And most importantly:
Being good at your job is only one part of having a career.
You also need to know how to sell yourself, build credibility, communicate, network, and actually make yourself visible to the people who might need your skills.
Anyway...
If anyone wants to be the reason I get out of this fucking mess:
A recommendation, referral, job lead, anything.
I'm currently open to opportunities around:
- Python Engineering
- Web Scraping / Crawling
- Browser Automation
- Reverse Engineering
- Anti-Bot / Web Automation
- Backend Engineering
Remote, Egypt-based, or relocation.
Here's my portfolio. It basically contains the entire history of my technical work:
kareemheshaam.github.io
If you made it this far, thanks for reading this ridiculously long post.
And if you're a junior reading this:
Don't make my mistakes.