When I lost my bike key, I went to the campus bike shop to ask them to break my lock. It was a fifteen walk to the place where my bike was locked, so to break the awkward silence, I decided to make a small talk with the guy assigned to help me.
“Are you a student?” I asked.
“How long have you been working here?”
“Do you like it?”
“As much as I would like any minimum wage job.” Continue reading “[Day 490] Working minimum wage jobs”
Disclaimer: I didn’t verify whether he actually bought the Tesla S or not. This is what he told me.
Today, Dani and I went to watch Baby Driver. It was meh. The director seemed to have problem deciding whether to make an action or a romantic movie, and he ended up doing both. The best part of our cinematic experience was actually the Uber drivers taking us back and forth.
The first driver was an earnest guy in his mid 20s. He drove a nice Toyota Corolla whose window pockets were filled with water and granola bars. “You’re welcome to have some.” “No thank you. I’m good.” When Dani and I saw a checker cab with “You can book us online with curb” painted on the side, I wondered out loud if “curb” was Uber for taxis, and the driver laughed hysterically. I was feeling pretty good about myself until I realized that he laughed hysterically at almost every attempt at jokes we made. Continue reading “[Day 486] This guy bought a Tesla Model S to drive Uber select hoping to potential investors”
I was enjoying a hot spring in Utah when a red-haired lady came to join me. Small talks ensued. I told her I was a creative writing student and I wanted to become a writer. She seemed confused.
“Do they teach Vietnamese writing here?”
“No, I’m studying English writing.”
“You want to write in English?”
Now she was really confused. I had an accent, I still do, and she was probably wondering how a person who didn’t even speak English could even dream of making a living out of it. Continue reading “[Day 473] Being a non-native English speaker writing in English”
I was in the city today and I couldn’t tell if it was dark because of the eclipse or because it was always foggy in San Francisco.
On the bright side, I visited my friend’s office and saw this view from his office. Is “the view” an acceptable answer when the recruiter asks you about the reason you want the job?
Don’t you hate it when you’re sad and people tell you: “Don’t be sad.”
Like, dude, I’m sad not because you want me to be sad. I’m sad because stupid things happen, and that makes me sad.
When I was interviewing with Netflix, I reached out to my friends to see if anyone has experience interning there. The universal reaction I got was:
“What? You’re interviewing with Netflix? I thought they didn’t have an internship program. They don’t even take recent graduates.”
Continue reading “[Day 412] What it is like to intern at Netflix”
The first time I learnt about from Stanford’s Honor Code, I thought it was something too good to be true. “You mean to tell me professors let students alone during exams? How’s it possible that the students don’t cheat?” Honor code is bilateral. If students sign the code to commit to not cheating, professors must show that they trust students by not watching students during exams. It gives students abundant opportunities to cheat, while keeping the probability of being caught low.
I come from Vietnam — a country where cheating in the exam is a challenge rather than a sin. Continue reading “[Day 408] My experience with Stanford’s Honor Code”