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Beautiful, Life, and Meme: 001 002 003 004 005 00b 007 <p><a href="http://officialunitedstates.tumblr.com/post/128787086521/staff-were-looking-for-a-dozen-beautiful-nerds" class="tumblr_blog">officialunitedstates</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://staff.tumblr.com/post/128786373948">staff</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>We’re looking for a dozen beautiful nerds to spend the best summer of their life building Tumblr, singing songs, and exploring New York.</p> <p><a href="https://www.tumblr.com/internships">Engineering internships</a> <a href="https://boards.greenhouse.io/tumblr/jobs/28724?gh_jid=28724#.VfGeqdNVhBc">are open now</a>. We’ve got a roof deck.</p> </blockquote> <p>I knew I was playing the long game but I knew it would be worth it.  A hero I would be called, maybe–at the very least a maverick.  <br/></p><p>My resume was crisp and clean, carefully refined and presented on eggshell white, the best of white.  As I dropped it and my cover letter into the mailbox I knew it was just a matter of time.</p><p>Nine days later I got a call.  I answered.  It was good news; I had got an interview.  Packing up my sandwich and my dog, I headed to New York City to take part.</p><p>The interview went well.  They asked some weird things.  It didn’t faze me at first, but when someone demands a list of my “ships” and makes you do a Rorschach text except with gifs, it drains your mind just a little.  <br/></p><p>Anyway, I got the job.  I was the most qualified and I had the most experience by far.  I was overqualified.  We all knew it.  They tried to compensate me with “free bean bag chair times” and roof deck views, but I had been on a roof before, and we all know bean bag chairs lose their appeal after three minutes.  <br/></p><p>I lay low for three months, plotting every minute.  I had to endure the worst parties imaginable but I soldiered on, ate the meme cakes, sang the meme songs, and continued my work.  <br/></p><p>Eventually, the time was right.  Quickly I made my way to the server room, knocked out the armed guard with a move I learned from Jack Bauer, and entered the chilled room. I rushed to the chair and fired up the CPU.  Like a madman I began typing in the code.  1s and 0s and even 2s flashed before me on the screen.  Finally, after four minutes my sweat covered hands had done it.  I looked up at the screen.  I was done; I had hacked in.  <br/></p><p>As I was being taken away in handcuffs thirty minutes later, I just had to smile to myself.  I had done it.  I had reversed the update.  My wrists hurt though.<br/></p></blockquote>