barmar, on 2014-March-11, 11:52, said:
Those are part of it, but there's more.
If you have 100 applicants for 10 jobs, interviewing all 100 of them is hard work. So one way to simplify the process is to first winnow down the applicants using objective criteria, and requiring a college degree is a simple one. While it's true that you might occasionally miss out on hiring the next Bill Gates, the chance of that is slim. The top 10 of the college graduates will usually be about as good as the top 10 of all the applicants.
I worked for a high tech company many years ago, and they required college degrees for everyone, even receptionists and administrative assitants (aka secretaries). Not because it takes a college education to answer the phones, but because they considered these entry-level jobs -- it was quite common for people to be promoted out of these jobs. I remember a woman who was hired as our team's administrative assistant, then she became a system administrator, and eventually the team leader among the admins.
Indeed. Right after graduation I got a job wiring computers for Control Data. They were very realistic. The guy explained that the job was very boring and they would fully understand if i quit, but since I needed a job and they needed their computers wired up maybe I would take it as a summer job. I was starting grad school in the fall.
I mentioned earlier that my summer was weird. Possibly you will find it amusing.
I had been wiring the computers for a couple of weeks when I got a long distance call offering me at job with NASA at the just opening Gddard location in Greenbelt Maryland. I accepted on the spot, arranged to get out of my lease and quit at CD. Just before we left (I had gotten married in June) I got a postcard from the University saying that I wasn't graduating because I had an incomplete in Numerical Analysis. First I had heard of this. So I went over to the campus and, after a bit of a search, spotted the Prof. on a leisurely stroll about the campus. Icharged up to him and siad "Dr. X (not his real name) I have been running all over looking for you!" "You shouldn't run, it's bad for your heart". "Sure. Anyway, you gave me an incomplete" . "Yes, I lost your final". "You lost my final?" " Yes, but I found it again, it's ok". "Have you turned in the change of grade?" "No, but I will". "Would you like me to take it over for you?". "No, I'll do it"
So off I go to Greenbelt and NASA. They provisionally took my word for it that my non-graduation was for the reason above, but then after a couple of weeks I realized that they were thinking i had come out for a permanent job, I thought that they understood it was a summer job. Oops. Well, nothing to do but tell them, so I did. I modestly claim that by this time it was clear that I was the best worker of the several guys that started all at the same time so they lived with this but still there was the issue of my graduation. I had been in touch with friends and with Shirley, the department's super secretary, about this and she had been pushing to get the change of grade done. Around early August I got this letter from Shirley informing me that Professor X had died, and that he had not yet changed my grade. She explained that arrangements had been made for me to take a make-up final to be administered by Professor Y, a notoriously hard grader, and I could do this when I came back to start my graduate work. I wrote back to Shirley saying that I was very sorry to hear about X's death, but I really liked him and if possible I would like to contribute for flowers. I got a letter back by return mail in which Shirley said that she was sorry to have misled me, Professor X was "very much alive" and he had finally changed my grade. I still had the previous letter so I got it out and yes, it said that X had died. I re-read the latest letter where Shirley apologized for misleading me. Hmmm.
Sometime after I got back, maybe November or so, I was talking about this with a friend and he was in uncontrollable laughter. It turned out that he and another friend had broken into the math department office, stolen some official stationery, and drafted the letter announcing the death of X.
By next summer my wife was pregnant and I got a job locally at Minneapolis Honeywell.
Starting out can have its rough spots.