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Direct Offer

 The idea of direct admission to college is an interesting one. In the crazy job market of our times, I wonder if a direct job offer might similarly work out. The situations are complete unlike each other but the level of stress might be comparable. When a college sends a direct admission offer to a student they consider the parameters that make this kid the right one to make an offer to. In similar vein, an employer might seek out the signals they need to decide if someone is worth making a job offer to. Lets imagine Company A is looking to hire and they have narrowed the pool of companies and teams within those companies they would like to hire from. 

If the job search system was no longer about resumes and interviews and instead relied on collecting peer and manager signals on the prospective hires, then Company A would see the top talent from the their target set of companies that are a good fit for the role. Since the person is vetted all that remains to be seen is if they want the new job - if yes, they can receive the offer directly. Just like GPA or test scores are not the final word on the suitability of the student and mistakes will be made, it is possible the vetting signals for the new hire could be inaccurate and they will need to be fired. But if the process works for a significant proportion of job-seekers, it would have solved what appears to be an intractable problem these days.

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