the culture. Free lunches and dinners, yoga three times a week right in the office, free gym membership, public transit reimbursement, chair massages in the lobby every day, ping pong tournaments….the list kept going on and on. This was all fairly standard in the Bay Area’s tech startup world, but it felt like a rite of passage to know that all of this was coming to her.
They finished up and Cecelia walked Amanda around to introduce her to all her new colleagues. There were about 40 people in total, ranging from UX and UI designers to engineers, data analysts, business development staff, and marketing execs. Many of them were heads down with their headphones on, but everyone was friendly and welcoming. She didn’t have a chance at remembering any of their names, but knew she’d eventually learn them all. That is, if her internship worked out. If she completely blew it, she could be out of there by the end of the week. Chances were slim, but anything was possible. What if she choked?
Amanda pushed the thought of her mind as Cecilia showed her her desk. BillPrime didn’t believe in cubicles, and only the most senior of executive staff had their own offices. Her space was bright and airy, next to a window, and she had the choice of a standing desk or sitting desk. She decided that standing would be better for her back and adjusted the table and stool to support that. Amanda had gone with the Macbook option, because she’s no fool. The thought of setting up my dev environment on a PC sounded terrible unless she went with Linux, and she didn’t feel like dealing with all of that.
Amanda stood at her desk and started downloading all my necessary software. She was going to be doing a lot with data and user acquisition, but didn’t have a clear idea of what tools she’d be needing. She started out by getting logins for all the necessary accounts - project management software, database access, email, synchronous communication. Occasionally people stopped by to introduce themselves and chat a bit, and it was nice to feel appreciated. She had to duck away from the frequent Nerf Gun wars that would breakout spontaneously around the office, but otherwise it was a pretty relaxing day. She felt a little bit lost with what she was supposed to be doing next, but Amanda was sure that the company’s Chief Technology Officer would help her out when he was in the office the next day. She was pretty sure her job satisfaction would depend on what kind of boss he was.
Little did Amanda know just how satisfied he would end up making her….
Amanda showed up early the next morning — around 8:30, and most of her coworkers didn’t stroll in until around ten. She grabbed a bagel and a cup of decaf from the kitchen area and went back to her desk. She looked out the window and admired the view of SoMa while munching on her bagel. People were bustling about below her ranging from well-dressed professionals to young casual tech employees.
The sky was gray and the fog hadn’t lifted yet. She looked back at her computer screen and read through emails. This company sure did send a lot of them. People started to filter in and take place at their desks, chatting amongst themselves about the Giants game the night before and the upcoming BART strike. She wasn’t comfortable enough to join in just yet, so she listened to the rumblings around her, trying to get a feel for everyone’s personality. The girl across from her seemed like everyone’s friend, someone that she would probably connect herself with. The guy on the end — she thought his name was Brad — he kind of seemed like a douchebag.
“Miss Amanda Pilsner,” a loud voice startled her from behind. “Welcome to BillPrime, I’m Jason Faio.”
Amanda turned around to face her new manager. She was taken back by how young he was. She knew that Silicon Valley was full of young entrepreneurs but she assumed that a CTO would have spent a lot of time in the industry. He