Live on a Couch or Work at Google?
Last March, the Google recruiter answered his phone and asked, “Have you decided, Javier?” I flexed my jaws.
Do I take the position that pays more than my mom’s job and brings status? Or do I grow a company from a living room alongside friends that inspire me – a company that I’ll lose money working for, may fail before the summer is over, and is naked of experienced supervisors from which to learn?
I replied, “Sure,” then coughed to disguise my cracking voice.
Throughout my middle school years, my mother, younger brother, and I lived in a unique homeless shelter. Only single mothers could live there after explaining their bad luck and guaranteeing their work ethic in many interviews; the tenants cleaned the shelter daily to show their pride;...