Feb 15

Google phone interview part I

I applied for a job at Google and thought I’d write about my expe­ri­ences with their inter­view process. Many oth­ers have writ­ten about the process and my expe­ri­ence was sim­i­lar to theirs. I sub­mit­ted my resume through their web site and even though the mar­ket isn’t great right now I got a response from one of their recruiters who I’ll call Carol.

Carol informed me that I had passed the first round by sub­mit­ting a resume that was good enough to ring some bells and that she was sched­ul­ing me for a phone inter­view. Right away my heart start­ed pounding—I heard about these myth­i­cal phone inter­views from the web. These minia­ture tort…er…interrogation ses­sions were renown for their abil­i­ty to bring even the might­i­est of us to tears.
 
“How about Wednesday?” she asked. “Wednesday is fine” my finely-​tuned grey mat­ter spit back with­out con­sid­er­ing a) I would be out of the area (oth­er peo­ple would call it a vaca­tion), b) it was only 4 days away (five if you count the day of dri­ving to get to my des­ti­na­tion), and c) I had­n’t talked with my wife about it. So not only did I not ask for more time but I had just com­mit­ted to spend­ing most of my (our) vaca­tion pre­ping for a mini inqui­si­tion. I could hear the con­ver­sa­tion in my head: “Oh hun­ny,” I would say to my wife, “you know those longs walks in the woods you were plan­ning on…well…and, ha ha, this is sooo funny…you see, he he…I just agreed to do a phone inter­view, ha ha, on Wednesday, he he, that, ha ha, I have to spend every (snick­er) hour of every day study­ing for! Isn’t that great? Hunny?” Yeah right. I’m a dead man.

Luckily I’m mar­ried to an under­stand­ing woman who decid­ed to be supportive—so sup­port­ive that she drove (she hates dri­ving on long trips) and had me study on the dri­ve up. She also had me research­ing the web for tips. Does any­one else see the irony of using Google to search for “Google phone inter­views?”

So the big day arrives. I have my phone ful­ly charged (yeah I’ve had the phone dies in the mid­dle of the impor­tant phone call), I have my notes, and most impor­tant­ly I have my pre­ferred caf­feine deliv­ery sys­tem: Coke. In fact I’m on my sec­ond when my wife says “Did you check to make sure the cell recep­tion is good?”

Cue the dramitic music and zoom in on the bars on my cell. At this point one could ask “what bars?” but I’m not sure that my heart could take that. “NO BARS!!” I screech not real­iz­ing that the human voice can actu­al­ly hit that high a tone. My wife looks at me like I’m…well…stupid. “You know it does­n’t work on the first floor. Go upstairs and check.” My wife is very patient. I get upstairs and look at the phone with trep­i­da­tion. One bar…two bars…three bars!…no two bars!..no three!…two…

I’m not sure how long I stood there watch­ing the third bar flick­er in and out until I real­ized that the best recep­tion is in the bed­room and I go in there. Yay! Four Bars!!!

I should men­tion at this point that the place we are stay­ing is out­side of Klamath Falls, OR and that there are hills between us and the cell tow­ers. There is one low spot that seems to line up with the bed­room on the sec­ond floor. I know this as we have been there sev­er­al times. I’m an engi­neer, OK a soft­ware engi­neer, but I under­stand the prici­ples and yet I can’t seem to get my brain wrapped around this and I’m about to take what is reput­ed to be a tough phone inter­view.

My phone rings. I’m doomed.