No, I’m not going to become an “Amazon Blogger” (that territory is well-covered) but I have at-work stories, neither leaks nor marketing.
My first job out of school was with Digital, the world’s then-second-biggest computer vendor. Now I’m back in the biz. Yes, I think of AWS as, effectively, a computer vendor; my third such employer, including Sun.
(I remember vividly, in that first job, the convoluted, high-contact process, back then, of speccing and selling and delivering computers; quotes could run to hundreds of pages and invoices to a dozen.)
Three jobs ago, I could tell ordinary people “I help make Sun products better for Web sites.” Two jobs ago: “I help people write better Android apps.” Last job: “I work on making it easier to sign in, because passwords suck.” This job, there’s not a chance in hell of explaining to a civilian what it is I do.
Every Mac needs stickers — how else you gonna tell ’em apart? Mine only has one so far.
Modern servers are pretty reliable things: The hardware, the OS, the frameworks. Boy, you’d never know it from the conversations around my desk; Multiply a minuscule failure rate by a huge enough number of computers, and well, shit happens. Software just has to deal, and we’re supposed to help with that.
I got a tour of one of the famous fulfillment centers. Apparently reporters get them too, but I’m still not gonna say anything. Except for, it made me feel better about the company.
My urban-mole technique has advanced sufficiently that the open-air exposure on the walk from train to office is a single street crossing. What I should really do, instead of bike→train→walk, is pedal the whole way.
If you want a pretty good high-tech job in Vancouver, Amazon is hiring.