Ravings
(A little inspired by the #builtforthis campaign) The Internet holds a very special place to me. I wouldn’t be who I was without it, and every day I get excited that I get to help connect people to it’s future. One of my earliest encounters with the magic series of tubes was...
When I started at Cloudflare, I had high hopes of becoming a “safe pair of hands” – a rugby metaphor used by one of my Georgetown MBA professors. He encouraged us all to become a trustworthy and reliable person to our customers and employers. To be the person that could...
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The scene wasn’t pretty. Me, in my boxers, unwashed, undressed, and sweating against a humid DC summer. I had just congealed in front of the computer for an amount of time well past inordinate. Shuffling pixels around enough to trick my poor monkey mind into thinking I was accomplishing something...
So, I’ve been meaning to write this post for a very long time. I have been searching for a job for roughly a year. I thought about doing the post in parts and pieces as I interviewed with companies like Facebook, Dropbox, and Palantir, but I never had a solid...
Interview 1 The phone wouldn’t ring. It was time for my first interview with Google. An empty notepad ready to go. My notes prepared with delicious anecdotes and resume accomplishments. The latest brainteaser jostling in my head. Any potential stress knocked out by a jaunt at the gym. I was...
I just figured I would put this in an rant, just for memories sake. I don’t want this to become a blog, but still, I can rant about whatever, right? Welp, I have been to a roller derby. The DC Demon cats. It was oddly awesome. I went to the...
Why do we keep on giving to people that don’t give back? What s our inherent flaw that makes us send that text message, phone call or gift to a person that just doesn’t appreciate it. What gives us this rather obsessive behavior ? I have a theory that it...
