Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Dear Dream Boss: You are funny! Lets hang out.

Its 1L interview season! Wooohooo. Yes, firm-in-city-I-don't-really-know, I love love love that city. Its my dream city! My second cousin lives there. We are likethis. I will never, ever leave. Pay me lots of money? Thanks.

I'm (naturally) still unemployed, though I will probably have the decency to be coy about it when & if I con some unsuspecting employer into hiring me. In the meantime, its all interviews all the time, which is really doing a number on my productivity in pretty much every other area of my life.

I just finished up a phone interview, for a position which looks to be a blast, if I can weasel my way into it. Interviewing was mind-boggingly stressful (I hate, hate, hate phone interviews), despite the fact that Roommate was an angel and treked along to sit and give moral support during the ordeal.

Dream-Boss-to-Be was very funny, though on inquiring about my active hobbies, there was a long, sad silence, followed by:

"Oh.....You're fit? Hm. Thats not good....."
"No?" (pleasepleaseplease I will get fat if you want me to, only just hire me pleeeease)
"No...Well, our office might resent you....Don't take it personally. It's just, well, the lawyers here- they're all a little soft & pudgy."

Hahahahahaha. Awesome.

Dear Dream-Boss-to-Be: Call me. You're fun.


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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson