I interviewed for 3 weeks in Manhattan 1988, whoever would talk to me. Dressed well, suit, nice tie, matching black belt and shoes. Every single interviewer dumped on me: “no real experience, nobody cares about your degree or what grades you got, you’ve got nothing to offer.” Finally, I bought a $2 bright red necktie from a street vendor, had my shoes shined and went and saw an agent who interviewed me at a glass table. She took a long look at my shoes through that table, then at me, and declared she absolutely could get me a job with (investment banking firm). One glance at my resume: “you do computer stuff, right? They always need computer guys, and you’ll fit right in! They’re going to love you.”
I interviewed for 3 weeks in Manhattan 1988, whoever would talk to me. Dressed well, suit, nice tie, matching black belt and shoes. Every single interviewer dumped on me: “no real experience, nobody cares about your degree or what grades you got, you’ve got nothing to offer.” Finally, I bought a $2 bright red necktie from a street vendor, had my shoes shined and went and saw an agent who interviewed me at a glass table. She took a long look at my shoes through that table, then at me, and declared she absolutely could get me a job with (investment banking firm). One glance at my resume: “you do computer stuff, right? They always need computer guys, and you’ll fit right in! They’re going to love you.”