Reporting from Foster City

Well, I have started my internship and it’s been almost a week already.  The first day was awesome and I enjoyed it.  Work is good and really cool. I love my office and I like spending time there. Apartment is not so great. My roommates have this insistent need to have long and loud conversations with their moms (or someone) in diverse languages. At times, this mini India experience is too much for me. I need some peace and quite to think about things and make grand plans.

That said, Foster City is a beautiful place and I love my time here. I love my morning walk to office. There are beautiful ducks in the lagoon along which I walk. One of them has some orangish thing stuck to its feathers. I click a picture every morning. Here are the pictures from yesterday and today. You can see the duck with the orange thing in the picture on the left.

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and then it rained !!

Yeah….yesterday it did rain like the sky was coming down but this post is not about rain in Pittsburgh because had this blog been about the instances of unexpected precipitation in Pittsburgh, there would have been way too many posts.

Last I wrote, it must have been some rant about the lack of interviews in my life. Well, I was going through the dry spell and then it rained interviews. One week, I had first round interviews every single day and even more than one on some days. The next week, I had a second round every single day. Now in the third week its raining offers with conflicting deadlines. So, now I am going crazy writing to recruiters to extend the deadline, speed up the process and just give me an answer asap meanwhile looking for apartments in the Bay area. I still am not sure about how many of these efforts are going to go down the drain but then again, if there is one thing this experience has taught me, it’s that an honest effort never goes down the drain.

Amidst all the prevailing uncertainties and ongoing negotiations (and negotiate I must after all wisdom I got from Sheryl Sandberg’s ted video about how women in business end up getting a poorer deal because they don’t negotiate enough), there is one thing I am sure of – that I am going to the Bay area this summer.

Why I love Tepper so much


Dec 12, 2012: It was my birthday and we had the most hated final on the very next day. This has been the thing about my birthday since my childhood… always overlaps with one exam or the other. I knew that none of my friends will have the time to do anything. So, I came back home from school, cooked some food and went to my room to listen to the lecture videos. I found it intriguing that my roommate (of the cleaning-and-cooking-is-a-waste-of time school of thought) was meticulously cleaning the kitchen and the hall. Anyways, I took my dinner and went to my room.

Around midnight, I just went to the kitchen to dump my dirty dishes in the sink to find the surprise party my friend were hurriedly putting together. Surprised I was…and however cheesy it may sound…it did feel great that they had braved the final-exam-times and decided to celebrate my birthday.
Dec 13, 2012: The next day I went to my school and found that almost everyone in my class knew that it’s my birthday (I have it on FB, ha!). One of my friends treated me with lunch and then we wolfed-down desserts till we hated ourselves. It was time for the last Finance-I class after that. Just wishing me in the corridors was not enough for the awesome Teperronis. So, the moment our Finance Prof stepped out of the class to let us complete the course evaluation, my lovely classmates decided to wish me kindergarten style, that is, by singing Happy Birthday out loud while clapping and all. It was nice and a bit embarrassing.

2But that was not the end of Tepper awesomeness for the day. Before leaving the class, the professor joked saying, “May be I should go out and get a cup of coffee so that I don’t influence your evaluation” to which one of my classmates replied -“May be you should get two while you are at it.” Guess what…. once the lovely b’day song was over, the professor entered with two cups of coffee, walked over to the student and handed him the coffee saying, “I got two sugars….didn’t know your milk preference.”

Everyday I spend at Tepper, I fall more in love with the school and the people and feel happy about the day I decided to come to Tepper. It’s the applications season now. I have applied for four internships already and have been talking to our alumni in the companies I am interested in. I hope that we all get cool internships asap so that the parties and the Tepper awesomeness can ensue.

It’s December….almost half gone !!

I have the first deadline of the recruiting season tomorrow and I haven’t even started on the cover letter yet. The finals are approaching and I am pretty clueless about what’s going on in Finance and Optimization. I know I can catch up but I need sometime for that and I don’t see any readily available time slot in near future. My kitchen sink is getting flooded and I can’t quite figure out why. My roommate and I haven’t taken out the trash in a long long time and I don’t know when are we gonna do that. I feel that I am lagging behind everyone in networking and have so many emails to write and phone calls to make to make-up for that. Although all my classmates are super-nice people, I see the niceness subliming from some of them and that doesn’t feel good. I am fat but I never make it to the gym. My schedule is crazy and the one thing I fear the most is myself…the fact that I may not do my best and lose out on things I can get.

This makes me very tired and sleep deprived. This is what I was looking for when I decided to come for an MBA. The zeal to succeed, to push myself beyond my limits and see how far I can go. And am I enjoying every moment of it?? Absolutely !!

PS:-Whoever tells you that the tough part of an MBA is getting in is lying. When you are awaiting the decision from the adcoms, you have almost nothing at stake. You just are presented with the choice to make that leap of faith. MBA recruitment is the time which decides whether your leap of faith is going to turn into a blissful flight or a nasty fall.