Randy Writes a new letter. Day 8. Yay!
Let me set this up:
A while ago I went on an interview with a company that sent mobile content to people’s cell phones. The company was kind of boring and unremarkable, but that didn’t stop them from thinking so much of themselves that they half-heartedly adopted Google’s purported policy of messing with interviewee’s heads. Over the course of our interview more and more people kept walking in and asking increasingly ridiculous questions until we were all sitting there with a guy (built like a truck) who only wanted to talk about he how hung out with Kanye West. As he asked me questions about the life and times of Kanye West, the others would interrupt him to ask me questions such as the age of my brothers and sisters and occasionally the standard questions about past experiences with difficult coworkers. After all, if they were going to be my coworkers, I surely was going to have to be able to resolve aimless conflicts. I thought the whole thing was ridiculous and could not understand what playing mind games with a prospective employee really accomplished. Any which way, I ended up ripping the guy’s business card in half and using it as a bookmark and… well… I found it the other day and wrote him a letter.
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