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My favorite "fruit company" (you'll have to figure this one out on your own) emailed me earlier this week about a job opportunity with them. This was the stuff of dreams for me [quite a few] years back; less so of late. The first step was

I'm looking at half a dozen new hires. Five males. One female. All Indian. A person inclined to conspiracy theories might wonder if this wasn't coincidental - which conspiratorial tendencies might be fed by the fact that *everyone* else in the office is Indian. Hmm. I

I nailed it. I did it. Thankfully, there were no complexity analysis questions. The majority of the time was taken with discussing on various levels a single concept - which amounts to what I would describe as open-ended problem solving. And then there was one otherwise off-topic algorithm question, which

So, I did the phone interview this evening. It was short - less than twenty minutes - and was just technical questions. I admitted up front that I wouldn't succeed with any of the complexity analysis problems, but he insisted on asking them anyway - probably just to

I just got a call from an in-house recruiter for one of the top five social networking sites. Unlike most job calls I get, this person was well spoken and seemingly intelligent. That's definitely a good start. The company sounds interesting enough. It looks like it would be

Two weeks into this project and there isn't a single defined feature or a single piece of data to work with. Most projects at least have the decency to start out well, and only after a while of building up your hope, turn to floundering and ultimately being

Me: Hello? Him: Hello. May I speak with Jones please? Me: Jones is my last name. You should refer to me as Curtis. Him: Okay. Hello my name is <unintelligible> and I work for <unintelligible>. Him: I have an opportunity that you might be interested in.