After a few beers…

You ever notice after a few beers that things that were rather oblique become somewhat clearer? Of course, things that were clear become all fuzzy as well. Its like beer can bring things that you could not see clearly into a bit more focus but the downside is that the things which seemed clear become rather out of focus. The other night in my continuing weekend frenzy of drinking craft beers, it came to me that getting jobs in technology is an interesting pursuit. Here in the Silly Icon Valley, we have literally thousands of people out of work which possibly are trying/vying for the same job that I could be wanting. Perhaps several other thousand want other jobs that yet others want. Its a pyramid of sorts here.

Top of the Pyramid

Only a few souls inhabit this part of the pyramid. Jobs are inherently theirs no matter what. They already know the people that know the people that know the people that know who is doing what. You can’t get to the top no matter what you try because it keeps on moving.

Middle of the ‘mid

At the middle is the group of stirring restive currently employed folks that want the jobs of other currently employed folks. Action is hot in the middle but the population is bigger and people try in vain to get the job that they think they want but really do not need. There is a minor God figure at this level that grants permissions almost like a Linux box. You can become chmod’ed or chown’ed to something new but you have to carve the position out of bedrock and be able to issue commands like the root user.

Bottom Part

Man this part teems with populace. People enter this part from all the other parts. The succession is what you know, who you know, and how you know it. The “what” is more about what others think you know and not so much what you know yourself. The “who” is your ladder. Climb on out of the morass dood! The air is clearer at the upper levels and the conditions are nicer. Instead of several thousand competitors, you know the other person and you know their weakness. Finally, the “how” points at what price you have paid to get to where you are. Did you “stab” and “rend” in your rush to reach the upper levels? We are not so apologetic down here and we have long memories. Its tough down here and jobs seem to get filled before you even apply. If you send a resume to a recruiter, they will NOT EVER CALL YOU BACK. Its the rule of the jungle. Getting a call back is like the golden fleece. You suddenly have a beautiful gilded jacket and you can move up the food chain.

Is all this true? Who knows. I just invented all this stuff because I was bored and I drank too many of them beers