I landed in tech by accident.
Times were tough when I graduated from college. Sound familiar? Everywhere I went, companies said they weren’t hiring. I asked if they knew anyone who was.
Several mentioned a certain new company in the Seattle area that was growing, and I applied there.
Soon enough I was ensconced in my own office, with my humming IBM Selectric, providing typing, filing, and phone duties to a guy one year younger than I was, but who had an impressive degree from Harvard and a brain that ran in third gear at its lowest.
I’d been hired as an Administrative Assistant, a notch above the Group Assistants. Go me.
The big wheels at the company, of course, were the developers. The computer programmers. The people who hadn’t studied computer science at school because it was still too new.
And it was FUN. People roamed the halls barefoot (I’m looking at you, KS), and wore their too-small, too-tight, already-old t-shirts they’d worn in high school (that’s you, TP), and couldn’t look you in the eye (yep, that was you, HS).
I got asked where I went to school (you snotty East-coast Ivy Leaguers). I got asked what my SAT scores were (did I measure up?). I got asked out (fun!).
I was delving back into the beautiful geeks of the tech world, reading through info on Valve (hi, GN!). Who wants to design gamer t-shirts for us?
I miss you, beautiful geeks.