It would have been so cool to have thanked her for being honest and walked out of her office.
But alas, I was never cool. I sat there hemming and hawing until every last molecule of oxygen had been sucked from the room.
True to her word, she never even considered hiring me.
Fortunately, not everyone shared her view.
Eric Schmidt and I had met several times during my Treasury years, and I went to see him just after he became CEO of the then relatively unknown Google.
After several rounds of interviews with Google's founders, they offered me a job.
My bank account was diminishing quickly, so it was time to get back to paid employment, and fast.
In typical — and yes, annoying — MBA fashion, I made a spreadsheet and listed my various opportunities in the rows and my selection criteria in the columns.
I compared the roles, the level of responsibility, and so on.
My heart wanted to join Google in its mission to provide the world with access to information,
but in the spreadsheet game, the Google job fared the worst by far.
I went back to Eric and explained my dilemma.
The other companies were recruiting me for real jobs with teams to run and goals to hit.
At Google, I would be the first "business unit general manager,"
which sounded great except for the glaring fact that Google had no business units and therefore nothing to actually manage.