GoKawiilThree of the biggest changes in my life all stemmed, in part, from cold outreach.
Originally I was waitlisted at Carnegie Mellon. Getting waitlisted is like, being the first loser: you’re good enough to be in the topic of conversation, but they make it clear that you’re not good enough to actually get accepted. My dad had me next day air an additional essay about what I was working on at the time (I had built Good-Tutorials, which was the largest tutorial website on the planet, so that was something different). I also included a bunch of other material and things about me and my senior year.
I thought doing all of this was pretty silly and a waste of time — didn’t I mention this all before? — but my dad kept saying it wouldn’t hurt to really make it clear I wanted to get into the school. I got in shortly thereafter. Didn’t realize it at the time, but CMU clears something like 1%-10% off the waitlist, so it was indeed more rare than I had realized. Guess it did make sense to reach out about it after all.
In 2010, Chris Wanstrath tweeted about looking for junior developers who knew Ruby (I did) and Java (uh, sure, I could maybe fake it). GitHub at the time was kind of the most clique-y of startups; they had made it clear that practically all hires at that point they had worked with previously or interacted through open source. No one knew who I was, and it was frankly pretty intimidating to fire off this email:
Couple weeks later we met at Hotel Utah and they hired me on the spot. Still don’t know why they did; there were plenty of better programmers of both languages out there to choose from (this is back when you had to type code with your fingers). In hindsight, the company was fairly broke — or at least revenue neutral each month — and a $60k junior developer salary was probably low-risk enough to try. Still, I had reached out and lucked out.
Six years ago I sent a cold DM through Twitter and ended up owning part of a soccer club, which I’ve written about to an excessive degree. That one DM led me on an eventual path to ownership in another soccer club, this time in Serie A, and led to a ton of investments I’ve made in sports/tech and the professional and volunteer work I’ve done across the sport. It has very much become my life’s focus, and it’s not something I would have at all believed you had you told me about it a decade ago. It’s never too late to switch gears.
When cold emails didn’t work for me
This is when the Hacker News commenter or Twitter complainer or whoever will say “well who gives a fuck, it’s just survivor bias”. It’s true; I’ve had a stupid run of great luck in my career, and cherry-picking past results don’t inform future performance. But the difference is I’m also going to tell you all of the cold emails I’ve written that when nowhere and didn’t end up changing my life.
…yeah no; no fucking idea.
I’ve done tons of cold outreach to people I admired, half-contacts I had met once, people who might share interests with me, I’m sure of it. I actually just sent a cold DM this afternoon to someone on Instagram who has a super interesting overlap with me, thought we could have a chat sometime.
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