Disparate Housewives

I have a new phone with a 2 ba-jiggapixel camera, a highly stimulating sliding motion, blue teeth, and though it lacks actual bells and whistles, does a faily passable polyphonic impression of such. And this is a photo I took with it. The guy who sold it to me was quite keen to tell me about its myriad features, which would have been fine if he wasn't quite so visibly erect at the time.

I had my graduation last Friday, with dinner at the Opera House. Possibly best meal ever, definitely top 10 (not implying that I keep such a list). Thanks for all the congrats, conveyed at various times using various mediums.

I had my VC interview (this means video-conference. I use this word so much now I abbreviate it. Also, GM = good morning.) with NY yesterday. It went pretty well, although I wasn't expecting so many finance questions. But I think I impressed the guy that mattered at the 11th hour, by vaguely remembering a proof of a Brownian motion stopping time question I'd read on an aircraft flying over some godless region of the earth many weeks earlier.

Also, yesterday evening I did a phone interview with a big IB (investment bank, hurr) which was organized for me through a recruiter. The guy at the other end was a condescending, bored, knobjockey. He asked me a few maths problems, which I blundered my way through with no help from him, eventually getting the right answers. He didn't appear to be listening most of the time, as if he were browsing the web at the same time, or perhaps toying with his lifeless member, trying in vain to remember the last time he'd felt any sensation from the wretched thing. When I came to an answer, I'd ask if it was correct, there would be silence, and he would ask me to repeat myself!

The final question he asked was in an area I am not familiar with (this should have been apparent from my CV, also I told him this immediately after he asked the question). So, he got a bit pissy and said to leave it at that, and asked if I had any questions for him. I asked him several questions, which he answered in a bored manner in as few words as possible! Bizzarro!

I have a telephone screening interview (TSI? no.) with "a rather significant search engine company" tomorrow morning at 7:30am, regarding a position in Sydney. It will be interesting to see what happens there. At that time of the morning, I'm most likely to tell them to go eat a penis. Tuff talkin'. Actually I'll just be vague and polite.