Thursday, April 22, 2010

My job search in the post 9/11 period


(This post is dedicated to my mother on her birthday, April 22.)
When I started my industrial job search in spring 2002, I knew the odds weren’t on my side.
Like other industries, the chemical space was hit really hard in the post 9/11 period. There were very few job openings. If there was any, it wanted folks in organic or analytical chemistry. My Ph.D. thesis research was in the field of organometallic chemistry, which was never considered “hot”. Whenever a job was posted online, I could imagine hundreds of applications, if not more, would flood in from highly qualified candidates with multiple years of post-doctoral research experiences and numerous publications. But I was merely a fourth-year Ph.D. student with nothing published yet. “Manuscript in preparation” repeated itself for each projected publication on my resume.
I was under the impression that it wouldn’t be cost-effective to surf job boards, submit application and wait for any luck to be picked for an interview. I got to do more to find my way out. To me, the only way was through networking.
During my Ph.D. years, I attended a few conferences. Each time I tried to meet with as many people as possible and talked about all kinds of topics such as weather, food, culture, school life, and of course chemistry. I always made sure to get their contact information and followed up with a “nice meeting you” kind of e-mail. By the time I started my job search, I had already built a small rolodex.
In spring 2002, I went through my contact list and e-mailed each individual asking for an informational interview on the phone. Almost everybody replied and graciously agreed to spend some time with me. Not surprisingly, none of them had any job lead. But I thanked them for whatever advice and information they could share. Then I continued to contact the next person.
Dr. G was one of those industrial contacts whom I wanted to talk to. As a world-class industrial technologist, his early-career innovation in the 1970s made a huge impact on our daily life today. Today he’s the CEO at a profitable renewable energy company in Southern California. When we first met at a conference in Ohio in fall 2000, he was a Senior Research Fellow at a large chemical company in the South. At that time I had no idea how our initial hand-shake evolved into something that transformed career and life.
May 13. I e-mailed Dr. G with a typical can-we-catch-up-over-the-phone sort of request. The message was instantly bounced back, “Dr. G was no longer employed at Company XYZ.” What?! I was quite puzzled, because I would never expect someone like Dr. G to be laid off. So I spent the following days talking to other people and soon found he joined a company called RMFS.
May 30. Nobody had Dr.G’s new contact information. It was probably a dead lead anyway. But I felt I wanted to give it a try. I looked up the website of RMFS and went through its list of global locations. Given his technical role, Dr. G was unlikely to work at a production plant or sales office. And my best guess was he would still be in the US. Voila! There was a RMFS Technical Center outside Philadelphia with a main number listed on its web page. I called the number and asked to speak with Dr. G. Guess what? He was at this RMFS site. 15 seconds later, Dr. G answered my call with the familiar British accent. I was delighted to hear he remembered meeting me! When he learned about my career interest, he told me he just joined RMFS as Chief Scientist and, yes, he was building a team for a multi-million dollar project. In other words, HE WAS HIRING. Because of his busy schedule, we didn’t talk too long, but he said he would get back to me soon.
June7. My Ph.D. advisor came to my lab and told me he got a phone call from Dr. G for reference. I’m positive my advisor must’ve given some glowing words, because only 10 minutes later, Dr. G called to invite me for an on-site interview. I couldn’t believe I would soon have first on-site job interview ever!
June 23. I flew to Philadelphia and checked in at a Double Tree Hotel. By now, I knew I had fully prepared myself for the interview. I had a couple mock interviews. I did a ton of research on the company. I Googled all my interviewers and found many common interests to talk about, whether technical or not. Now that I had a chance for on-site interview, I wanted the job to be mine.
June 24. I have to admit I still felt nervous for my first and only on-site interview. Although I set alarm clock and requested wake-up call, I woke up by myself at 5:30am. It was a long day. My interview went from 7:30am through 5:30pm, which included a one-hour presentation, one-on-one interviews with seven people, lunch and more discussion with Dr. G. I didn’t feel being grilled by anybody. When I flew back to Chicago in the evening, I had a very positive feeling about this career opportunity.
June 25. I sent every interviewer a personalized thank-you note by mail. Then Dr. G called me in the lab, “7 out of 7 people gave thumbs-up!” Yes! Yes! Yes! I was really thrilled.
July 3. If I could get a job offer so easily, it would be too good to be true. Dr. G called me with an update that a management change just took place. The job offer wouldn’t be approved till the new director was appointed. So I restated my appreciation of the potential opportunity and stressed how interested I still was to join the team. Over the following three months, I exchanged e-mails and phone calls with Dr. G once a while. Meanwhile I did more networking calls and found another job lead with GE. (Of course I also had much fun during the summer time including participating in the Cherry Pit Spitting Competition.)
October 7. An e-mail came from Dr. G, "I just signed the offer letter. It is going FedEx and so you should receive it tomorrow morning by 10 or thereabouts." Finally it happened. Within an hour, I had called my parents and friends to share the news. I can’t remember exactly how my friends and I celebrated, but lots of beer was certainly consumed at the student pub that evening.
December 18. My Ph.D. advisor was pleased by my research work and had no problem with my graduation plan. I wrapped up everything and left for Philadelphia to join RMFS. It was my first job. A new chapter of my life started.
In retrospect, I’m so glad for what I did in the job search process. If I got sucked into the job board process, I’m still convinced I wouldn’t have hit any luck. If I gave up at any point during my outreach, I wouldn’t have reconnected with Dr. G for a very exciting opportunity. At some point, Dr. G admitted he was very impressed by the way I reached out to him. He said he never met someone else like me who landed a job with such self-motivation. Later on my drive and value-add certainly proved he made the right decision. :o)
Over the time, Dr. G has become a friend and mentor of mine. We have stayed in touch since we both left RMFS. He has always been supportive of my career pursuit. As of this very moment, we’re chatting on the G-Talk.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

You never know until you try

Starting from this post, I’ll talk about my job search related experience. I’d also like to share with you what I have learned so far. Let me begin with my resume.

Over the last couple years, my resume has been updated often. Sometimes I had to make a tough call which bullet should be replaced with a new one. But one bullet has remained untouched, which says “Dignitary Champion at the 29th International Cherry Pit Spitting Competition”. In fact, this has been my killer ice-breaker. Almost during every single interview, my interviewer would ask me what it was about.

So here’s the story.

It was summer 2002. My friends dragged me from Chicago to Eau Claire, MI for cherry picking. I was sort of reluctant to go, because I’d rather go to grocery store for cherries. But a driver was needed and I wanted to be nice, so I ended up cherry-picking for the first time (and only time so far) in my life. When we arrived at this farm outside Eau Claire, we saw a huge banner saying “29th International Cheery Pit Spitting Competition”. Anybody was welcome to sign up and each participant was provided free lunch. Did I say “free lunch”?! With my graduate student mentality for free food, I wrote down my name and thought I already made my day.

Don’t laugh. This competition isn’t a joke but serious annual event that dated back to the 1970s. It has hosted “athletes” from foreign countries – not only Canada but also Germany (and of course China in 2002). Each participant picks a cherry, eats the pulp and saves the pit. When it’s your turn, just spit the pit as far as you can.

My high-school physics teacher would definitely be proud of me, as I remembered very well that in theory a 45-degree angle is the best way to achieve a trajectory with the furthest distance. So I did.

41’8”!

No one else in the dignitary group beat this distance. The closest still came a few inches shorter.

I won!

The whole cherry-picking trip suddenly became really interesting. The crowd cheered for me. I was awarded a medal, a plaque, a $25 gift certificate and a box of produce. (It was more than free lunch!) A teenage boy asked me for autograph. I was even interviewed by some news paper. Wow, I felt like celebrity for the rest of my tour at the farm.

When I told the reporter why I signed up and how little I expected to win, a lady who listened to the conversation made a comment, “you never know until you try.”

Almost eight years has gone, I’m not sure I can replicate my success in cherry pit spitting, but I still recall this scene and one single line “you never know until you try”. I always made it clear to my interviewers that this is the key take-way from such a fun experience, despite my unchanged reluctance to go cherry picking.

You never know until you try.

When I reflected on my experiences, I know this is 100% right.

If I didn’t try, I would never have earned my Ph.D. from a top university in the US.

If I didn’t try, I would never have found a job during the post-9/11 crisis in 2002.

If I didn’t try, I would never have made it to Wharton for my MBA.

If I didn’t try, I would never have had a chance to land my dream job at a top-tier venture firm.

In our life and career, there’s nothing wrong to have a little ambition and set the goal high. Our endeavor doesn’t always guarantee a successful outcome. But without even trying, we will simply go nowhere.

Getting this job offer is exciting, and I feel proud of myself. But this is just another step along the way. I know I won’t stop trying.

So what do you think? Time to get a bag of cherries and start the pit spitting practice? :o)

Note: According to the Guinness Book of Records, the record distance of cherry pit spitting is 95 feet and 6.5 inches (29.12 m).

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Finally I got my dream job

In December 2008 when I made up my mind to pursue a post-MBA career in Cleantech venture investment, I turned down a job offer from a Fortune 100 company’s global leadership program. Instead I hoped that I would secure a venture job by graduation in May 2009. But due to the economic condition (duh....), venture recruiting was much tougher than it was in the previous year. No venture firm in the Cleantech space was hiring any post-MBA associate. The entire experience ended up taking 16 months, during which I had:

• 200+ networking meetings and phone calls (I really lost count after a while),
• Connection with 100+ venture capitalists,
• 4 trips from the east coast to the San Francisco Bay Area in Spring 2009 before I moved here anyway,
• Full interviews with partners at 4 venture firms which all seemed to like me but eventually didn’t hire me or anybody else due to hiring freeze,
• 2 consecutive paid gigs with top-tier venture firms, and
• 1 job offer at last for a longer-term (whatever it means) position from my dream venture firm in the Cleantech space.

I must admit it was a lot of work.... I'm soooooo ready for a break before the start of my new job.