Google’s Eric Schmidt runs acompanyworthmore than $390 billion with 45,000 staff. He’s also just written a manual for employers. So, Will Pavia asks, would you givemea job?
Take off your tie,” says Eric Schmidt. The executive chairman of Google presides at the head of a table in a glass meeting room. It is a small room and I have to squeeze past his chair to enter. He is tie-less; his top button is undone; his collar is open for business.
A lean, balding gentleman named Jonathan Rosenberg is hunched next to Schmidt and two Googlers sit like sentries in the corners of the room. They say little, although I expect they are both Rhodes Scholars, if not Nobel candidates.
I had arrived at Google’s New York HQ in the cleanest suit I could find, ascending to the second floor of a warehouse building in Lower Manhattan and greeting a human receptionist, who referred me to a machine by her desk. The machine told me to enter the name of the employee I had come to see. When I searched for Eric Schmidt, the screen filled with Eric Schmidts. There seemed to be a full page of search results, though he was at the top of the list, the first among Eric Schmidts. There was just time to ponder this, and wonder if Google was operating a secretive Eric Schmidt cloning programme, when a man came to fetch me. “Will? I’m Will,” he said. Multiple Eric Schmidts and now multiple Wills. My Googlegänger (my doppelgoogler?), was the sort of Will I would like to be – a taller, smarter Will. “How are you today?” he said, as he led the way into the heart of the Googleplex, through a gleaming kitchen, down a flight of stairs beside an indoor climbing wall and on through a vast open-plan office.
Schmidt and Rosenberg, a longtime manager at Google, have