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Friday, September 23rd, 2011

I don’t know why, but right now I want really badly to say ‘google’ like you say the ‘cookie’ in the cookie crisp commercials.

So yeah, Google. Today I had the opportunity to attend an event hosted at the Boulder Google office, called Google.GetAJob(). It was specifically for female college students in tech.

I was sofaking excited, you have no idea. I’m going to Google! Whooo hoo! I’m going to get to see the inside of the offices and talk to people who work there and YAY. They’re going to love me and offer me an job and I’m going to get to play with them forever and ever!

Everything you’ve heard about the offices is true. (I signed an NDA but I don’t think the presence of kitchens in their offices was covered, so I’m going to risk it – plus, it’s nothing that hasn’t been said before). There really is food within 300 feet of you at all times. There really are massages available three days a week. There is a ‘decompression room’ with curtained off lounge chairs. In the Boulder office, at least, there is a bouldering wall and a Rock Band set up. There are bean bag chairs.

There is a teepee.

There are two cafes in addition to the micro kitchens found every 300 feet.

Some of it’s a little silly. For example, the dishes in the cafeteria have color coded labels – green, yellow, and red. Green means good for you, red bad. I find that cute but oddly invasive. If you only provide foods you feel good about serving to your employees, that’s a little much, but at least you’re sticking with your guns. This way feels sort of shaming, which I’m never a fan of. ‘Should you be eating that? Are you sure?’

I’m being a little judgey, I know. I think that’s because of the point I’m about to make that I’ve taken my dear sweet time getting around to:

I didn’t like it there.

There were three main reasons.

First, everyone I had the opportunity to talk to was self congratulatory to the extreme. You know that famous speech they give at Ivy League schools – look left, look right, only one of you is going to make it here? It was like that, except everyone was young and pretty and called themselves Googlers. Perhaps that was a function of the type of individuals who volunteer to spend their day escorting a bunch of college women around, though?

Second, there were very few women there. The Boulder office has about 200 people, and I saw rooms full of men everywhere we went – and every woman I saw was somehow involved in the event. There was a definite feeling that they’d all been dragged front and center just to show us that they exist. According to the always reliable internets, Google gets somewhere between 1300 and 6000 applications a day. With that many applicants, if you can’t diversify, you’re not trying. (The event was ostensibly a step in the right direction, but they weren’t actually recruiting us and one person actually told me that they find men do better with their interviews so they’re trying to help us interview like men. If your interview process isn’t bringing in the range of employees that you want, does it make more sense to change the process or to change the applicants? Oh wait, I know this one – THE PROCESS.)

Third and most importantly, the amenities felt like slight of hand. I can’t think of any better way to explain it.

  • ‘So what kind of hours do the employees on this project put in?’ ‘Hey look, a teepee!’
  • ‘What’s the plan for diversifying the workforce?’ ‘The air in the office is cleaner than the air outside!’
  • ‘What kind of opportunities are there for working with the research group?’ ‘Let’s go look at the Flatirons from the private deck!’ (Yes, they were gorgeous. Obviously.)
  • ‘What’s your favorite thing about working here?’ ‘Here, have a Google tee shirt!’

Oh, also a fourth thing:

I was given these two stickers simultaneously. (If you can’t see it, one is a sticker that says ‘I’m a woman in tech. That doesn’t mean everything has to be pink.’ The other is the Google name with the second o replaced by a female sign that’s pink.)

COME ON, GOOGLE.

I’m disappointed. I really wanted them to love me – it never even occurred to me that I wouldn’t love them. After I got home, I did some perusing, and I quite a bit of proof that Google is not for everyone. (No one on that thread explaining why they left mentioned the unfortunate male/female ratio – but it appears that no one on that thread is a woman, either.)

I feel like Google was my career Santa Claus, and I just found out it he’s actually a regular dude in a fake beard.

I hope no one ever offers to let me tour Whole Foods.

P.S. Just to head this off – yes, Google’s male/female engineer ratio is probably similar to other big technology companies. A) I don’t think that’s ideal anywhere, and B) IT’S GOOGLE. They set the bar higher all by themselves, it’s only fair for me to ask them to live up to that.

capabilities

Monday, August 1st, 2011

You know how it’s an easy joke to talk about how old people don’t understand computers?

Har de har har, it’s HILARIOUS that a technology that we grew up with is tough for people who grew up with typewriters and books.

Crockett works for himself, and therefore has an office in our house. I (sort of) have an office too, but it’s in the guest room in the basement and there are spiders and no sunshine down there, so while Crockett is gone I’m working in his office. He has all sorts of neat toys.

This is an IM conversation we’re currently having.

Me: hi
Me: I know you told me last night, but how do I make the wireless keyboard and mouse work?
Crockett: turn on bluetooth on your laptop: Is there a weird-looking ‘B’ up in the menu?
Me: yesshhhh
Crockett: Or just go to ‘Bluetooth’ in system Preferences
Me: I found it
Me: is it automatic?
Crockett: no
Me: ok
Me: it’s on
Crockett: Choose “Set up bluetooth device…”
Me: ooooh I see
Me: this is magical
Crockett: (and make sure the keyboard and mouse are turned on)
Crockett: yes
Me: there are on buttons?
Me: I see no buttons
Me: well, aside from the obvious buttons

I’m not going to share the rest of the conversation with you, because there’s a part where I start banging on the mouse like a technically inept monkey. There are also several jokes about dongles that are only funny if you’re us (or 12 years old).

Let’s just say I see how it’s easy to lose track of new technologies*.

And that I hope any kids I might have are technically savvy. And patient.

* Yes, I KNOW bluetooth isn’t new technology. Shut up. No, seriously. Shut up.

whole-leeee shit

Friday, July 29th, 2011

Hey, guess what I just realized?

Wait, let me give you a little background.

It’s still July. (You probably knew that).

Sure, August is only three days away – but it’s still July.

I kept thinking that I had allllll kinds of time to get the remainder of my thesis background research done.

And then I looked at this.

Do you see the amount of days between now and when school starts?

NOT VERY MANY DAYS.

Plus, my brother is coming to town (I will actually work those days because I’ll have to, but it’s not going to be easy and I’d just like you all to acknowledge that) and Crockett and I are going to two – count ‘em TWO – family reunions in MI.

And SCHOOL STARTS IN 24 DAYS.

Oh summer, where did you get off to?

 

stuff, and stuff

Wednesday, April 6th, 2011

Remember last semester when I spent a whole crapton of time filling out applications for the National Science Foundation fellowship, even though I’d never heard of it before my advisor asked me to apply?

I didn’t get it.

I planned on using this as a decision point. I kept telling people that if I got the fellowship, I would stay in school, and if I didn’t, I wouldn’t.

I’m not particularly fond of the major I picked (dear everyone who looked askance when I announced I was getting my masters in computer science – you were right, ok? YOU WIN) and I don’t necessarily have any alternative ideas for something I’d like better.

I have to finish the semester, because otherwise some NSF knee breakers will be after me for the money I got paid this year (totally unrelated to the fellowship.) I’m not going to pay to continue school if I don’t have any genius ideas about what to major in. Waste of time and money, yo.

Fake rap slang is not  major.

Don’t worry, yo, I checked.

So. What should I do instead?

No, I’m really asking.

What should I do instead?

you could paint a beautiful mural over every ugly mural in the world!

Thursday, January 20th, 2011

Oh, people. Darling darling people.

When I left corporate america like six months ago, I was this girl: money doesn’t matter! Work is hard and not rewarding! And I’m required to be there for like nine hours a day, doing things I don’t care about! School will be DIFFERENT!

Three weeks ago, I was this girl: I miss my monnnnnnnney.

Apparently I underestimated my appreciation for the finer things in life. Green papery things, to be specific. I allowed that appreciation to lure me into a possible situation where I’d be working, instead of schooling.

Job wise, though, everything got a little wacky today. I had to sign something for school and I’d been dodging commitments that I wasn’t sure I could meet, and everything came to a head. My prospective boss wanted me on board, had my offer letter written and signed by HR, and just needed the signature of the company president. The company president, at literally the last possible second, declined to sign. He cited ‘budget’ concerns.

What about MY budget concerns, buddy?

Ok, I joke. Seriously. Sure, I miss having expendable income, but I’m not actually broke. I’m, essentially, a gigantic baby who is incapable of going for six months without new shoes.

I’m glad to be signed on for another semester, though. I’m surprised by how glad, really. I have a happy relaxed brain.

Not only that, I have four day weekends.

Everyone says ‘you can’t take it with you’, right?

I’m thinking my four day weekends will ease the pain of my smaller paycheck.

Remind me of that during midterms, would ya?