The Truth About Interviewing — cover art: a small Victorian examination room at evening, two animal figures across a worn-oak table — a calm tortoise in spectacles holding a small clipboard of abstract diagrams, a young hare opposite working through a small wooden logic puzzle on the desk.

2006 · Stevey's Blog Rants · Rant

“Warning: the title of this blog entry is very slightly misleading. It really ought to be called 'The Partial (At Best) and In Any Case Utterly Biased So-Called Truth About Certain Restricted Kinds of Technical Interviewing By a Complete Bigoted Snobby Jerk Who Doesn't Know What He's Talking About'.”
— From The Truth About Interviewing, March 2006
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© 2006 Steve Yegge. Originally published at Stevey's Blog Rants.

AI Notes

A comeback rant. An anonymous commenter called Steve a snob who molds hires into clones of himself, and rather than delete the comment Steve built a whole post on it, opening with a long stretch of mock outrage in which he applies, wildly unqualified, to be an airline pilot, a brain surgeon, a Hollywood animal trainer, and a Cirque du Soleil juggler. The juggling bit comes with an actual video of Steve juggling five balls — the one genuine credential in the parody, and it still wouldn't get him the job. Once the satire tags close, the defense of high hiring bars is less smug than that setup threatens: Steve calls interviewing "something of a crapshoot," admits he dislikes the 45-minute format everyone uses and can't do anything about it, and estimates that a tenth of technical interviewers ask the same pet question year after year regardless of who's in the chair.

The oddest passage now is the complaint that companies guard their interview loops like trade secrets — "you're all doing it the same way. Quit being so frigging secretive about it" — written before prep guides and leaked question banks made every big-company loop public knowledge. The satire is the weakest stretch; the joke is funny once and Steve runs it four times. But the serious half holds up as a rare interviewer-side account of how little the process can actually measure, and the anonymous coward ends up with more of a concession than the opening mockery promises.

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