For a while then (say '95 to '05), Intel was bizarre place to work. Full of Indian H1-B contractors, sitting quietly in their cubicles, spinning their wheels, producing nothing, but validating their boss's value (he must be important, he has all those people working for him), while all the "players" argued about what was going to be the next big thing, and what they should be working on, and going to meetings with Microsoft about ever more obscure bullshit. A lot like the way National Security has been run since the end of WWII.
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Friday, May 3, 2013
Silicon Forest Disease
For a while then (say '95 to '05), Intel was bizarre place to work. Full of Indian H1-B contractors, sitting quietly in their cubicles, spinning their wheels, producing nothing, but validating their boss's value (he must be important, he has all those people working for him), while all the "players" argued about what was going to be the next big thing, and what they should be working on, and going to meetings with Microsoft about ever more obscure bullshit. A lot like the way National Security has been run since the end of WWII.
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