Google works. Let me get that out of the way, because the rest will not be kind. Search and ads print money at a scale that makes other companies look like lemonade stands, Kubernetes came out of there, the transformer paper came out of there, the talent really is good. These are people who could have gone anywhere. They went to Google, and then a strange thing happened to them.
They got comfortable. Not normal comfortable. Anesthetized. There is a microkitchen every thirty feet, which is not a perk, it is a containment strategy. You will never be more than a short walk from a cold brew on tap and a basket of single-origin almonds, and you will never, under any circumstances, have to feel the discomfort that precedes shipping a thing. Why would you. The thing is taken care of. Everything is taken care of. Ads pays for the whole thing.
So you get the archetype. The L6 who has not merged anything to prod in three years but writes a design doc so devastating, so airtight, so beautifully cross-linked, that four teams reorg around a system that will never exist. The doc is the deliverable. It is the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end. The doc was always the deliverable. The actual product was the promo packet, and the moment the packet cleared, the thing it described got handed to a manager for their intern project, rotted in the backlog and shipped to the graveyard.
And what a graveyard...
...Reader. Inbox, which was better than Gmail and they killed it anyway. Stadia. Nine different chat apps named some load-bearing permutation of Hangouts, Allo, Duo, and Chat, each launched to get someone promoted and abandoned the day the packet cleared. There is a website that exists solely to keep count, and it never stops scrolling. This is promo-driven development. You do not build to solve a problem, you build to get to L7, and once you are L7 the kindest thing you can do for the product is leave it alone.
Then the language gives it away. Rest and vest, said out loud, as a verb, in the present tense, by a grown adult. Twenty percent time that became one hundred and twenty percent time, then became zero percent time once the stock did the work. "I work at Google" deployed as an entire personality at a dinner party, by someone whose last shipped feature is older than the toddler at the next table.
Here is the part that stings. The early work was real, the infra is real, the comp is deserved, the interview was hard. Google built the one thing harder than a great product. It built a place so good that its smartest people decided arriving was the achievement, and the badge kept printing prestige long after the ambition stopped printing anything. And they're ok, as long as ads keep funding the whole thing...