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The Google Caste System
managedcode writes "Google doesn't like to do things traditionally. Right from their IPO, when they dumped Goldman Sachs for secretly trying to deal with their big investor, Kleiner Perkins. Business Week covers the Google Caste System, 'in which business types are second-class citizens to Google's valued code jockeys [..] They deem the corporate development team as underpowered in the company, with engineers and product managers tending to carry more clout than salesmen and dealmakers.' At last a company is shouting at the top of it's voice, engineers make the world."
Its like a giant ERTW being put up there in the face of business. I like it.
Moo!
I work for google. On Monday I'll work for 7.2 hours and then me and Larry and Page will go out for drinks...
Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich!
The coders ARE the engineers. Software engineers, to be precise.
# make World
Of course we do!
See my blog for my free opinions.
- I voted for Nintendo and against Bush
Tell that to Microsoft
Yeaaah baby !
(to be read with Austin Powers' voice)
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anonymous engineer
They're gonna find out the hard way that I'm not a pussy if they don't start treating us software people better.
They don't understand. I could come up with a program that could rip that place off big time.
Google; get laid. All the other google functions seem to work pretty well. C'mon Google, please?
A group of engineers and managers attended a conference, travelling by train. The engineers queued up to buy their travel tickets at the station but only one manager joined them. No questions were asked, but the engineers watched studiously as the manager bought just one ticket.
In the train, the engineers took their seats as did all of the managers bar two, who took up sentry positions at each end of the coach. After a while, one of the managers on sentry duty made a sign and he all the other managers headed immediately for one of the toilet cubicles. Two minutes later the ticket inspector arrived, saw the toilet door closed, knocked on the door and said "ticket please", upon which one ticket was duly slid under the door.
The engineers of course understood the ploy immediately and congratulated the managers on their guile and coordination.
Come the return journey, the engineers sent one of their crew to buy just one ticket. Puzzlingly, the managers didn't buy any tickets at all this time. Again the engineers refrained from asking questions and observed events studiously. Everyone climbed aboard the train and once again the managers immediately posted sentries. Sure enough, in due course, one of the managers on sentry duty made a sign upon which the watching engineers immediately crowded into a toilet. Strangely the managers didn't move. But as soon as the door had closed on the engineers, a passenger sitting nearby observed a manager leaving his seat, walking to the toilet, knocking on the door, and asking "ticket please".
No, your children are not the special ones. Nor are your pets.
In other words, a high-ranking Marketing expert managed to convince you (nay, sell you! ) regarding the importance of marketing experts?
Ladies and gentlemen, suddenly I have an idea how the whole marketers-before-employees meme got started!!
You cannot truly appreciate Dilbert until you read it in the original Klingon.
Larry == Page, but Larry ne Page
I prefer the "u" in honour as it seems to be missing these days.
A pair of.... what? I've got several pairs of various things. I have a pair of breasts. In fact, I even have a pair of pears on my desk right now.
Note to self: don't try to be a smart ass until you've had enough coffee.
I dream of a better world... one in which chickens can cross roads without their motives being questioned.
It is entirely bottoms-up
So much for sobriety in the workplace...
For the love of God, please learn to spell "ridiculous"!!!
Only time I ever saw him was when I stood in line next to him at the building's cafeteria. It's weird because the second he's grabbing a piece of cherry pie, you're forced to think "oh man, now I gotta go short chocolate futures!" or some such thing.
"It was a summer's tale: Just a boy, his Linux, and a head full of dreams..."