I sat quietly in the chair, number six or seven on George’s agenda of young hopefuls. The on campus recruiting process was a brutal cattle call. On the positive side, we had a large number of great companies coming to visit. Unfortunately, the vast majority of my 1500 classmates were tipped off about their arrival. Moo!
His eyes skimmed down my resume – and locked onto a phrase halfway down the page.
“Combinatorics Problems? What the heck is that?”