Monday morning, I got up bright and early, as my contact in Boston was coming to pick me up at 8:15 to drive me out to the office in Wellesley, about 20 minutes outside of Boston. I ate the free breakfast at my luxury hotel and then got ready for the day. I was down in the lobby around 8:10 and around 8:30 I figured I better call and make sure my ride wasn't lost. He wasn't. Just had to stop for gas.
Anyway, he drove me out to the office and then began the deluge of interviews. I think I had at least 9 separate meetings. I guess you could call them interviews, but most of them really didn't feel like interviews. More like introductions with a few questions mixed in as we were getting to know each other. I think every one ended with them asking me "what other questions do you have?" and me not really coming up with more questions than what I had already asked. I met with a pretty broad variety of people, from the head man down to the developers. I was impressed with most of them, although my interview with the developers (two Russians who were both named Mike) was pretty rough. I really didn't feel able or prepared to answer the types of questions they were asking to the point that I had to fight to keep myself from laughing at how ridiculous the meeting went.
After about 7 hours of these meetings, I got to end the day by giving a presentation of my dissertation research. I feel like that went pretty well, although I think my main objective at that point was just to get it over with.
After everything was done, my contact drove me back to my hotel, where I took a while to unwind and decompress from the crazy day. Once that was done, I realized that I was pretty hungry, and would need to venture out on this super cold day to find some dinner. I figured if I was going out, I ought to at least consider heading back downtown to maybe do some shopping, so I ended up going back down by the Quincy market and eating dinner at fancy place down there -- I felt like I ought to treat myself a little after my long day. I also did a little bit of shopping down there.
Faneuil Hall at night
Then I headed home and crashed. I was dead tired.
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The Big Digital didn't stay at a hotel. He stayed at a luxury hotel (mentioned at least twice).
I love you Jake!
George typed the first message for me to see if my google account was working. I do mean it though.
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Was that fancy place Houstons? It's like right next to quincy market. If so, high five. It's my favorite. Haha. And you have oficially gotten me excited to go home! Despite having to fly through JFK. Haha. :)
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