Hiring at Google, the process that doesn’t involve marrying one of the founders

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Apropos of Mr. Jeff Barr’s experience with Google, I too found Google rather GPA-centric. I was directed to a position in their advertising department by a friend for an entry-level AdWords position. A day later I was contacted by the recruiter and followed that up with a phone interview (presumably to make sure I wasn’t a weirdo/psycho/anti-“fun!” person)…

Soon after this recruiter sent me a TEST to take which had about 20 questions about ads, how I’d correct the ads, what I would change to make the ads better…keywords…information that you will need to teach me if you hire me. Lame. Despite the annoyance, I completed the test and sent it off to the recruiter. About 4 days later she contacted me again to arrange on campus interviews. Sweet I thought, surely I do on campus interviews and then I find out… 

So I head on down to Mountain View’s campus to meet with five different interviewers each for about 20 or so minutes, and then, after all that, I take another test…Well gee, that wasn’t terrible, I sure can’t wait to hear back about whether or not I got the position —-  NOPE….I get contacted by the recruiter again to ask me for all my transcripts, my SAT scores, my favorite color, blood type. And there lies the rub…I had the terrible eyesore of a C or so on one less than stellar SINGLE semester…Google didn’t like that…     I get a call from the recruiter saying “we love you, all the interviewers said how great you are…but we need to you to come back and meet with one more” —

Me: After I meet this final person, will a decision be made?
Them: I can’t really say…   

I sighed and was getting very annoyed…this process was dragging out close to two months….but I went down, met with this other interviewer, the total round trip drive time was 2 1/2 hours….interview lasted for 20 min. The guy “loved me” and was usually really “tough on candidates, but really liked you,” according to the interviewer.  Read the rest of this entry »

Losing my Star Wars virginity, 2.0: the U.S. version

As a testament to our youth, and the fact that we weren’t geeks in high school, we here at theempiricalskeptic weren’t at all shocked to read the following BBC news headline: Losing My Star Wars VirginityHowever, we were shocked to find the virgin of subject to be a male with glasses, 30-ish, and reminiscent of the guys from linear algebra who’d offer to share their proofs in exchange for invites to the sorority house.  We still keep in touch with some of said guys (hey, you never know when you’ll need to pass off the product of quality programming skills as your own), who suggested we de-flower ourselves immediately, even providing such convincing arguments as,you just have to watch it.”  Guys we work with however had this to say, “Yah, I hear ‘ya.  That Byrne shit flies right over my head also.”

Though we generally prefer to march to our own drum beat (and sometimes that of the 52*4 bike parades we lived around during college), the CFA exam and buyout rumors that are preventing us from substantially skipping town this Memorial Day weekend mean we’ve got approximately 2 hours of down time (I mean how long can you play golf and answer questions about ethics), which we’ve decided to waste spend with the Sith Lord (we hope that’s a proper reference), as we wish to avoid becoming this at all costs.  Our reactions to come…

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Amazon.com, for a moment I hated you

We’ve been in this relationship for a couple of years now –and, until about an hour ago it was bliss.  So, imagine my surprise when I came home after a relaxing afternoon at the driving range to a UPS Failed Attempt Notice from the afternoon before.  You had decided to get a little fancy with the Super Saver shipping behind my back, even though designating it as the mode of preference was my nudge to you in the direction of using the inferior USPS.  See, I have this little commitment that keeps me away from my home during the day –call it a job, if you will.  Now, as you see, I can’t personally sign for my brand new copy of The Secret, even though I want nothing more to sit down with my copy ASAP so that, like Shannon Elizabeth, I too can harness the power of the Law of Attraction to last through the first day of the World Poker Tour (though, I’d use the power for more noble causes, like peace on earth).

I was livid.  So, I confronted you… I went directly to your website.  And like the others, I expected you to pull that customer service ghost routine: Your search –customer service– did not match any documents.  But, you surprised me Amazon.com.  Like a man, you took my number and promised to call.  And like a real man, just when I began to lose hope (about the time I pressed Submit) you did call.  No more than thirty seconds later I was on the phone with what sounded like an Indian national.  Yah, I was scared: would “Tom” (read: Vikram) understand the complexity of the situation, my motivations, working hours and need for convenience.  I expected no less from you Amazon.com.  Outsourcing to keep those margins high.  Typical.  Alas, one of India’s up and coming, best and brightest, Tom Vikram did understand.  He really got me.  He couldn’t understand why you’d abruptly change the preferred shipping method of a customer as special as me, and to make me feel better he even decried the notion of UPS.  “Pff… USPS is the cheaper alternative,” he said.  This little man really did you a favor, Amazon.com.  He convinced me that you were just trying to show me how much you care by providing me with extra security and a superior shipping service.  

I’m not going to lie.  It was uphill from that point.  My package was rerouted to work, a more convenient alternative now that I think of it.  My only concern now is to create a diversion on Tuesday so as not to let the higher ups onto the fact that I read.  No doubt, breaking up is hard to do.  But, you make it damn hard, Amazon.com.  I think I’m falling in love all over again.