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One of the many things I’ve found very different about entering a full time work environment from college is the family progression of many of the people you work with.

The company I work for tends to hire people right after college; this comes with varying definitions of college.  There are a number of people, such as myself, who have entered after undergraduate, and there are also people who have completed graduate degrees and are a few years older.  Less common are the people older than that, who have worked for a while.

However, I’ve found a surprisingly large number of people, roughly my age, who are at significantly different stages of their lives.  There are people my age who are engaged, married, or even have kids of their own.

It introduces a little awkwardness in conversations sometimes.  The girls talk about getting pregnant and maternity leave, and the guys talk about their fiancees or kids.  Sometimes I’m not entirely sure what to say.

“Er… I’m single, live by myself, and still like to drink and be useless on the weekends like a college kid?”

I know that in reality, there’s no rush.  Everyone lives their lives differently.

However, it puts things into a completely different perspective sometimes.  I can’t always decide if these people have moved into other life stages early, or if I am running late.  It’s introduced a bit of artificial pressure sometimes; that I need to hurry up and move on with my life since everyone else is already there.

College students tend to postpone making advancements in their life like that, with school as the excuse.  But as a working guy, I don’t have that excuse.  And sometimes I just can’t avoid that nagging feeling in the back of my head.  How many more years am I going to spend getting drunk on the weekend by myself?

It’s kind of strange, because I’ve found it’s kind of changed the way I deal with people sometimes.  Being social is still something that takes some effort for me.  So sometimes in the cafeteria at lunch, sitting with a group of people I don’t know, I’ll just eat quietly and leave.  Other times, I’ll be the most talkative guy at the table, cracking jokes, which is something that has never really happened before.

I think part of it has to do with the fact that I don’t really have any friends in this part of the country, and I’m trying to make some.  But I think part of it is also this sort of artificial urgency that hangs around sometimes, that as a person who’s graduated and working, I need to find a girlfriend and move on to a different stage of my life.

I always remind myself that there’s no rush and it’s a non-issue, but I have to do so every time the topic of a fiancee, or marriage, or someone’s kid comes up.  But the fact that I have to do so is kind of frustrating sometimes.

I got screwed over by one of the companies I interviewed with this summer.

I’m not going to say what company it is.  When I went to the interview I signed a non-disclosure agreement (Fucking NDA’s).  I don’t have a copy of the NDA anymore, and it’s possible that I’m not allowed to disclose things such as business practices of the company – leaving myself open to litigation if I name the company here.  Let’s just say that it’s a pre-IPO internet startup based in San Diego, California, that sometimes spams people and harvests personal information.

After beginning the interview process with this company and going through the phone interview and programming tests, I was asked to take a trip out to interview in person.

And pay for it with my own money.

At the time I was living in New Jersey.  They wanted me to fly out to San Diego, in less than a week, and pay for the plane ticket and hotel room myself for a couple nights.  A cross country flight like that by itself is not cheap, not to mention that prices rise drastically within a week of the flight.  The ticket would have cost me $700, and the hotel room would have been about $120 a night.  That’s not something I could afford at the time.  Not only that, but I’ve never seen any company lowball its interviewees like that.  You’re essentially gambling – you drop $940, and you have the chance to be rewarded with a job, and you have the chance to just lose the money by not getting hired.  So I declined, saying I didn’t have that kind of money.

Later, I got correspondence back saying that they would reimburse the ticket and hotel for me, up to $500 for the plane ticket and $100 a night for the hotel.  Supposedly they talked to the VP of Engineering and got special permission for me (which I later found out was a lie).  I explained that plane tickets less than a week in advance are never going to be that low.  Eventually, we managed to delay the trip a week and bring the tickets down to $500.  I was told that I would get reimbursed in Q3 2008 (July-Sept), when their recruiting budget cycled (which is also probably bullshit, as companies don’t really have “recruiting budgets,” they have a pool of money).

So I flew out for a two day interview.  The interview wasn’t an interview at all – they just put you in front of their codebase that you had never seen before, gave you a list of bugs to fix, and told you to fix as many as you could.  They told us the record up to this point was 14 bugs fixed.

It was a Windows shop that ran IIS and used .NET/C#.  I have never used C#/.NET, nor have I ever operated IIS, or used Windows in many years.  And I fixed 15 bugs.  So of course I got offered the job, because apparently I’m really awesome.

In the end, I declined.  I didn’t foresee their product being useful or taking off the way they wanted it to.  I didn’t like the company culture, the workplace was crappy, and the salary I was offered was really lowball, especially considering that it was in San Diego, one of the most expensive cities in the country.  Of course they kept trying, even going so far as to say that if I took that job I was absolutely guaranteed to become a millionaire.  Are you fucking serious?  What kind of idiot do you take me for?  There’s no way that is guaranteed – if it was, then why wasn’t I offered a salary of a million dollars?

September rolls around, and I get a letter from this company.  ’Oh good,‘ I think, ‘my check is here.‘

I was wrong, and I got screwed.  What I got in the mail was an IOU – saying that they owe me $700 and that they’ll pay it back in a year.

FUCK YOU GUYS

This is not what we agreed upon.  I have it in writing that I would be paid back in Q3 2008.  You’re supposed to get the consent of both parties before just issuing an IOU like that.  Not only that, but I have no idea if these fuckers are going to, in a year, just give me another IOU.

Suing them would cost way more than the $700 I’d get back, so it’s not worth it, and I don’t really have any other options.  They’re hoping that I forget about it in a year.  I, however, absolutely despise being treated like an idiot and fucking tricked like that, so they are going to be hearing from me if I don’t get my money.

I’m sorry I can’t give a more solid warning, but I don’t want to get sued.  If you are planning to interview with a startup in San Diego and you’re worried, you can contact me privately by email or other means and I can help you figure out if we’re talking about the same company.  I just don’t want to leave names on this website – internet startups have to scour the internet for mentions of their company name to determine their company’s reputation, and it could be traced back to me.

P.S. – any bored lawyers out there willing to help me out by reading the legalese on this IOU and telling me what I can do to enforce repayment of this within 1 year (as opposed to indefinitely being owed money by this company), contact me.

Followup to this post about my diploma.

After finally hearing that my diploma would be sent out, I thought my problems with GW were over.  I thought I could completely forget about all the crap I went through, now that I had my diploma coming.

However today, two days before I’m scheduled to move to a different state, what I got from GW was a big shipment of fail.

I opened up my package to find a nice diploma in a hardcover folder branded with the GW logo.  The diploma had my name, spelled correctly, which was a good start.  It also had my major, Computer Science, which was also a good sign.

The degree was a Master of Science.  I have a Bachelor of Science.

As nice as it would be to have a degree upgrade for free like that, I’m pretty sure that they made a mistake.  Again.  Just because I spent an extra year at GWU making up some requirements I needed to fulfill doesn’t mean I was in the Master program.  Unless this is some sort of free gift for paying so much for an extra year at GW, which I’d almost believe.

Who am I kidding?  Nothing at GW comes free.  Except the rape of your bank account.

I guess it was too soon to assume my GW troubles were over.