Friday, November 30, 2007

awesome Fathead commercial (with surprise twist ending)

I've spent the week in LA at Shelly's apartment, which is awesome but for the fact that she works all day. So I've passed the time mostly by scarfing hummus and watching ESPN repeat the same hour of content six times a day.

Every once in a while during my sports binge, this brilliant commercial for Fathead came on. I needed to share it. I kept youtubing for "fathead" and "fathead commercial", to no avail. Eventually I just started googling random lines from the commercial's monologue, and found a blog post over at AdFreak.

Check it out:



I've gotta say, it's pretty shocking when volume goes up 20 notches and the script suddenly drops from brilliant to this:

Chubby Sports Infomercial Guy: GET YOUR FAVORITE FATHEADS FROM THE *CRUNCH* NFL PLUS MLB, NBA, *CRUNCH* NASCAR, AND MORE> GO *CRUNCH* TO FATHEAD DOT *CRUNCH* COM NOW.

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Wednesday, August 1, 2007

cross-pollination diversifies innovation (or Kyle eats Greek pizza covered in Curry)

By happy accident, I had neglected to serve my self rice at nearby Cafe 14 here on the Mountain View campus when I noticed they were serving up some delicious shrimp curry. I had some sort of bean mash in one of the compartments of my to-go box, and in the other was a slice of Greek pizza with feta, goat cheese, and peppers. One of these was going to be covered in shrimp curry.

At first, I hovered the saucy serving spoon a over the bean mash, but then thought better of it and instead let the delicious crustaceans plop onto the pizza, followed by their bath of coconut milk.

Back at my desk, after eating most of the shrimp, I decided to try the Greek pizza, which had now soaked in curry for about 15 minutes.

And the clouds parted.




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Monday, July 2, 2007

User Abuse: iPhone lacks IM capabilities; Apple and AT&T choose quick cash over human factors

Yesterday, I stopped by the Apple Store in the Stonestown mall in southwest San Francisco, near the West Portal house we recently rented. The mission: check out the iPhone!

Michelle and I have alternated interest in the iPhone since its announcement back in January. However, when Apple made it clear that there would be no third-party software on the device, I was more than a little annoyed. This robbed the machine of any serious capabilities as a hiptop, in my opinion primarily to protect iTunes' ownership of the iPhone's full-screen interface.

As mentioned in my previous post, I suspect that their reasoning is as follows: If iTunes owns the right to play music on the device in full-screen mode, it can't as easily be turned into a personalized, on-demand jukebox -- and unless/until they enable Flash, it can't be done at all. This means that Apple cannot be edged out music, that critical piece of the experience. As much as I love Apple in general, I see it as a grave wrong that they have robbed users of choice of software. (Personally, I had planned on making a Flex/Apollo mp3 jukebox to access and stream music from my archive at home via the internet -- a sort of non-corporate version of Orb -- and releasing it for free.)

Then, with the recent devastating leak that the iPhone would lack a native instant messaging (IM) client, the last straw broke my interest in the device. My analysis became not that of a prospective buyer, but that of an outspoken critic. Even without third-party software, iChat would have given the iPhone the potential to start a massive leap forward in person-to-person communication, like the iPod did for digital music. Like the iPod, it wouldn't have been the first device of its kind -- there were tons of MP3 players before Apple entered the market, and today plenty of smartphones have IM capabilities; I personally have been connected to IM nearly uninterrupted for about 2 years. But also like the iPod, it would have been the first device of its kind that was targeted at the masses. If they had iChat, iPhone users would form a massive, constantly-connected chunk of mobile communicators. In the words of Tenacious D, it would make nonstop rocking possible.

But sadly, it is not so. There is no native instant messaging capability on the iPhone at all. A quick glance at the AT&T iPhone pricing plans explains why:


The important thing to note on this chart is that, despite all plans having Unlimited Data, there is still a very low limit (200/month) on SMS text messages. For an extra $10/month, you can bump that up to 1500, and for $20 the cap is removed altogether. Through the internet and unlimited data packages, SMS is quickly being made obsolete. They must have realized that iChat on the iPhone would have been the nail in the coffin for this aging, laggy technology. I'm sure the MBA quant jocks also realized that it would have been the end of the $10/month, $20/month, and overages that AT&T is set to reap from Apple's decision to restrict users to SMS.

In the world of product and service design, this type of behavior is viewed as typical money-grubbing, short-sighted user sabotage. These kinds of design decisions deliberately force users to spend more-than-necessary money for poorer-than-necessary experiences. It's not surprising news that a big corporation is doing evil things to exploit its userbase. What makes it worth blogging about is that, this time, a former white knight like Apple is doing AT&T's dirty work.

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Thursday, April 26, 2007

Shopgoodwill.com: buy weird crap from the kinds of people that will NEVER use the internet

Tonight, I realized that I now buy nearly everything online. In fact, I really only have IRL shopping experiences at thrift stores, Asian/Mexican bazaars here in the Mission District, or Walgreens (the place that bleeds me dry when I purchase something I need urgently enough not to buy it online). It's impossible to replace the ambience of the bazaars with a website, and Walgreens is necessary for stated reasons, so I decided to look for online thrift stores.

After a quick Google search, I stumbled upon this site, Shopgoodwill.com, and I thought to myself "uh oh... this could be a pretty important find." I made a mental note to blog about it if it were, indeed, a pretty important find. And here we are.

It didn't take me long to find the Men's Clothing section, and I wasn't disappointed to find this:

Mens XL Disco Shirt DESCRIPTION: This shirt needs cleaning.

Then, in the Women's Clothing section, this:
Fake Fur Vest

However, the clothing selection here suffers from the same thing as Goodwill's brick and mortar incarnations: the inverse bell curve. See the following graphs:




As you can see, at Goodwill, more people fit into the 'WTF' size range or the ~0 size than anything else (the second graph). Because of this polarized populace, there are remarkably low numbers of size 'M' people at Goodwill, considering that this is the size most represented in the population as a whole (the first graph). And, I assume as a result of this, the number of size 'M' garments is also dangerously low. This inverse bell curve, I found, applies to both the selection and the people at Shopgoodwill.com.

I left the clothing section behind, happy with what I found there.

At first, the weirdness of the crap I was digging through felt like an adventuresome treasure hunt and yielded hilarious results, like any reasonably good day at the real thrift store. This is a ringing endorsement -- I had found a new hobby! However, as my search went on, the item selection deviated increasingly from the norm:

Newspaper Clip in frame from 1936
Two Old Hand Saws
Oil Painting of a Girl on a Beach
Case of 500 - 3"x2"x2" Boxes

This is brilliant! I'm finding more and more bizarre crap -- the kind that is definitely not available for purchase on other websites, because the people selling this crap aren't the kinds of people that use the internet in the first place. These products are provided by people dumping their junk off at several federated Goodwill locations nationwide -- and many of these people aren't advanced enough as netizens to become sellers on sites like eBay and Craigslist. But Shopgoodwill.com lowers the barrier to entry for the internet economy, if only in this weird little niche. Some Goodwill dumpers are people moving house (or, hopefully, moving trailer) with a need to offload a ton of junk quickly. Others are donating the contents of the storage shed of a recently deceased uncle -- perhaps one with oil paintings? Most are probably thrift store community members who have no idea that there's even an online component of the system that sells their bizarre crap.

This bizarre crap is mixed with another kind of crap -- the kind that, while it may be available on eBay from time-to-time, I would never find because it's not like I perform constant searches for items like these -- these are the kinds of products that I don't know I want til I see them.

And for that kind of impulsive and weird consumer, vintage and thrift stores have long been a haven. Shopgoodwill.com is a kickass extension to that.

If you find weird junk at the site, post it in the comments!

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Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Development of bionic ankles at MIT

I was barreling down the court on a 1v1 runout, and the score was tied 10-10, playing to 11. Admittedly, the house rules state that a team must win by two, so it wasn't the most important play of the game -- but I still deemed it sufficiently important to risk injury on what would've been a truly dazzling trip to the "hole". Instead, I planted my inner left foot right on the defender's toe, rolled my ankle with all my might, and crashed to the ground with a flurry of profane objections.

And to think, this all could've been avoided if I had a bionic ankle!

Scientists from MIT filed a United States Patent Application in February for just that: a bionic foot and ankle system.

I wanted to read the whole thing to find the interesting parts from an engineering perspective. However, in a monotonous gauntlet of back-references, subsections, and a shameless abuse of the word "said", the patent attorneys dismantled my mind with boredom, as seems to be their forté. So, instead of including a list of highlights here, I'll just post a link: US Patent Application filing.

If that reading's a bit too dry for you, check out the post at New Scientist Tech.

Engadget commenter 'KYDS3K' probably put it best:
"built-in safety feature that prevents foot rotation beyond a specified angle"

why? that would be AWESOME!!! you could do some amazing kung-fu with a 360-degree rotating foot!!!
I can't help but agree.

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Sunday, March 4, 2007

List of upcoming movies that Dank and I have to see (and in parentheses, our better names for them):

  • Ghost Rider ("Hell Bike Man")
  • Black Snake Moan ("Snakes on a Chain")
  • 300 ("That one about Sparta")


Update 4/2/2007: Wow, 300 was totally awesome. Go watch it, at IMAX if you can.

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Tuesday, October 24, 2006

When it rains, it pours and pours and pours and pours and pours

It’s been a roller-coaster week. This story is like the icing on the cake. I think I’ll write this story in reverse, starting with the moral.

What I’ve learned: There really is a God, but however potent he may be, he isn’t omniscient — he apparently only has access to information that is posted on the internet, perhaps on this very blog. Oh, and he’s got some mischief in him.

The story: Last night, as we headed to my car to make a trip to the Container Store — one of my favorite stores — Shelly pointed out, “Hey, is that your car with the window down?” I sprinted. Within a few steps, I realized that yes, this was my car, but no, the window wasn’t down: the window was just gone. There was glass everywhere, especially on the front passenger seat. My MP3-CD player was ripped out, along with most of my middle dashboard, which is used for heating/cooling, and had my clock and hazard button.

Now, this is a crappy thing to have happen, but I realize that there’s very little that’s unique about the situation: I was out of neighborhood parking one-day-passes, so I parked in a shadier area, literally and figuratively, because it had free street parking. I didn’t take the faceplate off my MP3 player, because I have profound ADHD and that’s simply not the sort of thing I can keep on top of. My MP3 player was an Alpine, a well-known and pretty pricey brand. While mine was one of the cheapest ones they make, I guess you really can’t count on some unemployed crackhead idiot to be all that distinguishing about his targets.

The backstory: I guess you’re probably wondering, and rightfully so, so what’s all this got to do with God and the internet? Well, here’s a brief recap of my last entry from about five days ago: I bought a MP3-CD player a few months back, never got around to burning more than a few MP3-CDs, and was just getting the hang of it and getting really into it. Thursday, for the first time, I sat down and burned off tons of my albums to MP3-CDs — I made one disc for all of Sublime, another for all of Dashboard Confessional, and so on. It was really nice to get that glimpse of audiofile paradise, when I could drive for six hours with Incubus and never hear a repeat track, or could listen to a twelve-hour business audiobook without changing discs, but sadly I won’t be able to revisit that paradise in the near future.

Moreover, I’m flat broke and it’s freezing outside, and I have to get down to Urbana for class today, so as fellow Chicagoan Wesley Willis would’ve said, I’m in for a hell ride.

On the plus side, unless God reads this and decides to invalidate the forecast too, I got some welcome news from weather.com:

Today’s forecast: abundantly sunny.

I swear I did not edit their wording.

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Thursday, October 19, 2006

Pleather Nemesis

To get my mind off things, sometimes I subject myself to mindless tasks. I know I’m not alone in that regard — lots of people find they cannot do laundry until they have a tough exam or deadline coming up, and I’ve also heard tell of one or two nervous cleaners out there. Escapism isn’t something I have needed in recent years, so I had forgotten how productive I can be in one regard when under a lot of stress in another. But now I am rediscovering this ability.

About three months ago, I picked up an MP3-CD player for my car — that is, a CD player that can play discs that were written in data format, rather than just in audio format. This means that, instead of a disc having a maximum capacity of 80 minutes of music regardless of quality, I can easily fit seven or eight times as much high-quality music on a single disc, and I can fit upwards of twenty-five hours of audiobook content on another. This latter advantage was the main reason I purchased the MP3-CD player, of course, because thanks to my lengthy commute I had become quite the devourer of audiobooks and, in turn, of 80-minute discs. Sometimes I would go through two discs a day, and audiobooks aren’t the kind of content that you listen to more than once (with the exception of Tom Peters’ brilliant audiobook but annoyingly over-designed physical book Re-Imagine and Bill Bryson’s silly, but thoroughly enjoyable A Short History of Nearly Everything), so I would just toss them after using them, like Palahniuk’s single-serving friends. It was a crude, time-consuming, and wasteful method of feeding words into my brain, to say the least. Two weeks after I made this purchase, my manager at work gave me permission to begin working from home, effectively removing my commute and the main reason I had made this investment to begin with.

I had removed all of the traditional CDs from my car when I made the purchase, so that I could begin to replace them with MP3-CDs. For years, I have had in my car a 72-disc pleather Case Logic CD case, and it would hold my 72 favorite CDs at any given time. For the last three months, however, that pleather case has not been in my car. It has sat here, next to my computer, waiting for me to get around to converting those 72 and countless more CDs into something more like 10 discs — few enough to put in one of those visor-mounted velcro deals. In the meantime, I had little to no music in my car, and often nothing but two or three audiobooks. So here I sat on this powerful technology that I was too lazy to utilize, but about which I was too optimistic (and financially invested) to revert to my old ways entirely. That pleather case sat here, near my computer, engaging me in a three-month stalemate. But no longer.

In the name of escapism, my left brain, typically a rather submissive chap, took over. I woke up well before my first class, ran and organized my laundry, shaved and showered thoroughly (as opposed to the insanely rushed, panicky effort I usually give to these grooming tasks — and even then, only before an interview or something), and went to class early so I could prepare for the quiz and get a good seat. I did well on the quiz (again, totally out of character), drove straight home, and stared down at my pleather nemesis. It was time.

Here’s the process: It takes Exact Audio Copy and LAME maybe 15 minutes to rip a normal audio CD and encode it into MP3 format. Then, I use Tag&Rename to standardize the indices of Artist, Album, Title, etc. After I’ve converted pretty much all of my music from a given artist in this fashion, I make a compilation and burn it as an MP3-CD. I Sharpie in the names of the albums it contains, and finally, put it in my visor-mounting velcro CD Case Logic thingie. Thus overwhelming stress in one regard leads, again, to powerful motivation to do something else — anything else, really.

Escapism is the opposite of catharsis, and is akin to stretching a rubber band more and more before it snaps. But, in the meantime, it sure is a lot easier to participate in, and it definitely did wonders for my selection of clean laundry and car audio.

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Thursday, May 11, 2006

Go to a concert with me!

This summer, I will be working for Workbrain, a workforce management software firm and consultancy. I will be living in Chicago’s Wicker Park, and I will be consulting for a client in Dallas.

While Chicago and Dallas are the two unofficial homes of my favorite band, the Old 97’s, they will not be touring this summer (the lead singer is, but he’s already made his pass through the midwest). This means I need to find concerts featuring other bands!

So I decided to scour the web for events in the Chicago or Dallas areas this summer. Here’s my list of things I’d be up for. Let me know if you want to go with me!

    Friday, June 2nd (Billy Bob’s, Fort Worth, TX)
    Three Dog Night

    Sunday, June 10th (Forest Preserve, Morton Grove, IL)
    Lisa Loeb

    Wednesday, June 14th (Vic Theatre, Chicago)
    Les Claypool

    Saturday, June 17th (Charter One Pavilion, Chicago)
    Rob Thomas and Jewel

    Tuesday, June 20th (Nokia Theater at Grand Prairie, Grand Prairie, TX)
    Sheryl Crow

    Wednesday, June 21st (Nokia Theater at Grand Prairie, Grand Prairie, TX)
    Beck

  • Thursday, June 22nd (Park West, Chicago)
    Mason Jennings
  • Friday, June 23rd (Lincoln Park Zoo, Chicago)
    Gin Blossoms

    Saturday, July 1st (Charter One Pavilion, Chicago)
    Chicago & Huey Lewis and the News

    Sunday, July 2nd (RibFest, Naperville, IL)
    Ribfest, featuring Sister Hazel, Better than Ezra, and Three Dog Night

    Thursday, July 6th (Chicago)
    Taste of Chicago, featuring Train

    Saturday, July 8th (Nokia Theatre, Dallas)
    Fiona Apple featuring Damien Rice

    Thursday, July 13th (Charter One Pavilion, Chicago)
    Fiona Apple featuring Damien Rice

  • Friday, July 14th (Old St. Pat’s, Chicago)
    Cake
  • Saturday, July 22nd (Granada Theater, Dallas)
    The Gourds

  • Wednesday, July 26th (Curtain Club, Dallas)
    Reel Big Fish
  • Friday, July 28th (The Chicago Theater, Chicago)
    Dashboard Confessional featuring Ben Lee

  • Friday, July 28th (Charter One Pavilion, Chicago)
    Guster
  • Saturday-Sunday, July 29th-30th (Union Park, Chicago)
    Pitchfork Music Festival, featuring Ted Leo & The Pharmacists

  • Friday-Sunday, August 4th-6th (Grant Park, Chicago)
    Lollapalooza, featuring Wilco, Death Cab for Cutie, The Shins, Ryan Adams, Of Montreal, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Blues Traveler, Iron & Wine, Gnarls Barkley, Blackalicious, The Flaming Lips, Nada Surf. (full list here)

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Tuesday, November 8, 2005

On onsite interviews

Sent this afternoon in response to a FOAD letter:

[General Electric recruiter’s name removed]:

Thank you for letting me know promptly so that I may continue my job search. I was very much looking forward to entering the Information Management Leadership Program next year, but I suppose that will not be the case. I assumed my natural abilities of learning, leading, and communicating were well within the program’s requirements. If the mere lack of a few more easy IT theory courses is truly what lies between this opportunity and me, then I’d like to politely recommend that IMLP not so actively woo engineering students outside of what very specific disciplines the program prefers.

I believe GE (specifically IMLP) and I would have been a very good match, and I am still baffled as to how my five interviews did not serve as reaffirmations of that fact. The only other factors that come to mind (such as no prior GE employment, no nepotism, and the lack of an IT/MIS major) are factors that GE’s recruiters were well aware of _before_ inviting me out to Atlanta. I stand helpless, fully believing that no amount of intelligence, wit, or charisma during the on-site interviews would have been sufficient to secure this position. If that is indeed the case, then I must ask, why was I even invited?

Regards,
J. Kyle Wild
University of Illinois

Let me state again that my admiration for GE as a company has not been lowered in the slightest. They are an amazing organization at what they do (making money and being stable at it), and I’m nothing if not saddened that I won’t be starting my career there. Still, for the sake of the many applicants (to many companies) that have been helpless in this very situation, I decided this letter was worth writing. I strongly doubt I will be receiving a reply any time soon.

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Thursday, October 27, 2005

Graduates, Ready-to-Eat

So, yes, I’m doing pretty well in the job market, and, yes, I’m lucky to be out there job-hunting in 2005 rather than any of the few years prior to 2005. But that doesn’t seem to stop me from having the same Peter Pan dream of many of my sixteenth-grade peers: attending graduate school. Like Never Never Land, grad school allows men and women to escape the reality of being all grown up. These people should probably be diving into corporate America, but instead opt to continue their hedonistic college lifestyles of The Price is Right hangovers as Master’s or PhD candidates. But before they can become such Lost Boys of further education, they must pass one of the grueling gauntlets of standardized tests: for law school, the LSAT; for business school, the GMAT; for med school, the MCAT; and for the rest of us, the GRE.

The GRE, yielding no such convenient articulation as the names of the other tests, is simply called the “Jee-Are-Ee”. Like the military’s MRE (”Emm-Are-Ee”) field rations, the GRE is bland, monotonous, and always leaves one’s mouth with a distinct flavor. It is a computer-based four-hour test, and does not allow the student to skip forward in the test or to refer back to previous problems. It is a cleverly adaptive little test, meaning it decides which questions to ask based on the positive or negative results of precursory questions. The major advantage of electronic testing is that the results are instantaneous. No longer must one spend four to six weeks nervously awaiting their snail-mailed results. (Note that the written section — two analytical essays shot from the hip, one in 30 minutes and another in 45 minutes — still requires human graders, so students must wait for these scores in the mail.)

I’m not sure why I took the GRE if not to apply to graduate school. One candidate motive is my sick love for standardized testing. Adrenaline always accompanies these tests, and adrenaline is one stimulant strong enough to balance any attention deficit. But why pay for an adrenaline rush when I could just sit down for a ten-hour session of competitive online games? No, I certainly intended to apply to graduate school, probably in engineering or computer science. Intended. But now that I’m anticipating a handful of full-time job offers, some from companies that are known to pay for Master’s degrees, I find myself inching toward the workforce every day.

When my scores appeared on the computer screen at the testing center last week, I was certainly delighted to find that I’d aced the quantitative section and done adequately on the verbal. While I’m of course excited at the thought of another two years of Bacchan revelry, I can hardly justify digging my debts deeper just yet. Maybe I will return to school once someone else is willing to pay for it.

Update 11/8/2005: Sweet. I just received my scores from the written section: 6.0/6.0! If the job search keeps on dryfiring, I may just pack up my GRE and stay in school after all.

Update 4/2/2007: I didn't go to grad school, and still haven't. I'm happily working at Google and living up in San Francisco, in the Mission.

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Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Exploding Offer

As a senior intending to graduate next May, I have spent the last three weeks in a veritable revolving door of interviews with various companies (generally consulting firms, banks, and engineering companies). To give a little background as to the timeline, most companies recruiting engineers here at UIUC are between the first and second rounds of interviews right now, while several have yet to even start first round interviews. Since I applied to — literally — each and every company that would accept my application through my career services website, I’ve had a flurry of behavioral and technical interviews, both via phone and face-to-face. So far, a healthy number of companies have invited me to advance to at least the second round, and I am awaiting further contact from many of those companies. Two of these companies rank in the top 10 of the Fortune 500, a third in the top 20.

Last Thursday, a small technical consulting firm (Company X) with excellent sustained growth figures invited me to their office for an extremely promising third and final round interview. This firm was already #1 in corporate culture/work environment on my list of potential employers, and my enthusiasm was only bolstered given the glowing response to these final interviews. Afterwards, I turned my attention to the recruitment processes of other firms, confident and happy that I would be receiving an offer soon from this one.

Indeed. Today I received an offer — an “exploding offer” — from Company X. An exploding offer is generally an offer that grants an appicant very little time to make a decision — in my case, three days, but more generally any deadline within less than two weeks constitutes an exploding offer. Often, they are coupled with an “exploding bonus”, which is a signing bonus whose dollar value diminishes each day. Such offers are an aggressive yet sneaky recruiting tactic used by companies who wish to circumvent the competitive nature of a bull job market by precluding the applicant’s freedom to weigh various options. Hell, I can hardly blame them. If I were an up-and-coming company looking to snatch some valuable recruits from the bigger name firms, I’d probably do the same thing: throw money at them before anyone else has, and require an answer before anyone else can. I sense a degree of cutthroat from these aggressive recruitment practices that is both loathsome and admirable: qualities shared by most successful businesses.

Many schools forbid employers to employ this sort of recruiting technique. Their outlook is that a student without sufficient time and resources cannot make an informed decision, and an informed decision is often better for both the student and the companies that have extended offers. Further, aggressive recruiting tactics such as this leverage a position of power all employers already hold over applicants to apply undue pressure.

Presently, I find myself in the throes of such pressure. I am anticipating offers from the following:

  • the consulting arm of a Big Four firm
  • the country’s largest technical solutions provider
  • the consulting arm of a large global electronics company
  • a major international bank
  • the most respected engineering corporation in the world

There is about a 50% chance that, even if I had offers from all of the above, Company X’s offer would still be the one for me. The starting salary is higher than the other companies tend to offer, the firm’s culture is outstanding, and their small size guarantees me a tangible role in the company’s future. However, I am uncomfortable with the pressure they have opted to apply to us as applicants. I intend to ask for more time, of course, but now I’m pondering simply signing the offer, then reneging later if necessary. It’s really an ethical dilemma, but it’s one created by Company X’s own questionable practices.

Update 10/19/05: I spoke with the director of Engineering Career Services regarding my exploding offer, and he let me know that this sort of behavior is firmly against our policy. The University follows the conduct standards of the National Association of Colleges and Employers:

The Principles Committee recommends that employers who make job offers at the beginning of a semester consider keeping their offers open until the end of the semester so that students can fully explore other opportunities and, ultimately, make the wisest decisions for all concerned.

Further, the university pushes for offer deadlines of December 1st, which is six weeks away! I will discuss the issue with Company X and, that failing, the dean will contact them on my behalf. Here’s hoping.

Update 10/24/05: Good news! I wrote my recruiter at Company X (attempting to sound professional, of course), and they agreed to defer my offer until November 18th. Zeus created email to please me.

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