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Had a odd dream last night that won't fit into the 140 character buffer I usually use for such things:
Someone from Google had managed to log into my computer and wrote me a message telling me to come to the chat forum I apparently had hosted on nivan.net. I visited the URL he'd sent and sure enough, it took me to what looked like a shared-editing version of vim on which the code for one of my websites was being viewed. Somehow we chatted out loud via this interface. I understood implicitly that I was being invited to their offices to have an interview.
Finding myself now in the interview room, a living-room sized place with strip windows around the outside looking out into another brightly-coloured space, I was introduced to some Google employees, one of whom was appearing via a video link. She gave me the first task: I had to act out some improv story based on a guy who was to be going out to find... well let's say a mate... but after which he goes to his friend's place and ends up falling for them instead.
My acting wasn't very good - it largely involved me making odd "expression faces" and wondering why on Earth this was an interview task for a software engineer.
After that was a lunch break, which was delicious but seemed to mostly involve gloopy meals like how japanese/chinese food is served by canteens.
After that I seemed to find myself walking along a woodland path that resembled the the just South of the Darenth Park Valley orchard I went geocaching in the other week (more on that in a later post). Then I found myself back at my current job's workplace, except it seemed to be a small toy shop now. I found myself talking to a coworker (can't remember which one) that it was a bit rude of Google to ask someone to turn up for an interview with no notice in the middle of the day.
Then I woke up. I know, right? Dreams always end up that way.
I bet this post ends up being found by people searching for details about what Google's interview experience is like. Well, I'm sure it's exactly like this. Yeah.
Someone from Google had managed to log into my computer and wrote me a message telling me to come to the chat forum I apparently had hosted on nivan.net. I visited the URL he'd sent and sure enough, it took me to what looked like a shared-editing version of vim on which the code for one of my websites was being viewed. Somehow we chatted out loud via this interface. I understood implicitly that I was being invited to their offices to have an interview.
Finding myself now in the interview room, a living-room sized place with strip windows around the outside looking out into another brightly-coloured space, I was introduced to some Google employees, one of whom was appearing via a video link. She gave me the first task: I had to act out some improv story based on a guy who was to be going out to find... well let's say a mate... but after which he goes to his friend's place and ends up falling for them instead.
My acting wasn't very good - it largely involved me making odd "expression faces" and wondering why on Earth this was an interview task for a software engineer.
After that was a lunch break, which was delicious but seemed to mostly involve gloopy meals like how japanese/chinese food is served by canteens.
After that I seemed to find myself walking along a woodland path that resembled the the just South of the Darenth Park Valley orchard I went geocaching in the other week (more on that in a later post). Then I found myself back at my current job's workplace, except it seemed to be a small toy shop now. I found myself talking to a coworker (can't remember which one) that it was a bit rude of Google to ask someone to turn up for an interview with no notice in the middle of the day.
Then I woke up. I know, right? Dreams always end up that way.
I bet this post ends up being found by people searching for details about what Google's interview experience is like. Well, I'm sure it's exactly like this. Yeah.
