whoopee!

I had a WONDERFUL interview today (for those counting, that’s 3 in 2 days). I really want this job. I really really want this job. I can’t give a lot of details in case people google for those who blab too much, but I think I did well!

You know, I’ve started to worry that people don’t want to read my long updates. I don’t know why! I read other people’s long updates! Fuck it – here goes.

Yesterday morning I had an interview about 45 minutes away (but still closer than Pomona) in a very nice area (not Beverly Hills nice – more suburbia planned neighborhood nice). Probate law. The guy interviewing me was really, really lovely. We had a good chemistry with each other and I felt very pleased with the interview. He said he’d let me know on Monday.

Then I went home, passed out for an hour or so, ate lunch and then went to my second interview. I should have realized the omen – the interview was in the very building I worked in for a month when I first moved out here. I worked for an extremely evil, nasty, rotten man who screamed more than he spoke. So when the interview was there, I should have known.

The interview was the most bizarre situation I’ve been in in ages. The place was snazzy, you know, as you would expect a wealthy firm to be. Insane view. The partners were… god I hope they don’t find this blog by some fluke.. but flat-out assholes. The kind of “I think I’m so hip” guys who think that being brutally honest is a good quality – when in reality they are saying the types of things most of us never think, let alone say out loud.

They spent 30 minutes just insulting me. Flat-out insulting me. Telling me how my resume implies I’m a crackpot and that I can’t get a job because I have ADR on it. That I was a loser, obviously. (they said this to my face.) I felt dissociated from the situation, like I wasn’t in my body. Nothing they said hurt my feelings – just felt odd. It was like I could rationally analyze the situation at hand and could see it for what it was. At one point the partner said, “I don’t know why I didn’t throw your resume away. Oh yes, now I know, the street you live on. That’s a groovy street.”

Isn’t there anything that proves you are cool? that you can handle a rough-around-the-edges environment? I took a chance. Sure, there is. I worked for Hustler.

That sealed it, the partner now loved me. Apparently teaching people how to insert anal plugs makes me less of a crackpot loser.

Wow.

Just… surreal…

THEN they put me through the paces. Bar Exam, part 3. I had no expectation of this and blanked a couple of times. Strangely enough, upon reflection that night, it was more the frustration of blanking on things I KNEW than the way that the interview went that bothered me. Frankly, I couldn’t care less what Jackass & Prickface, LLP had to say about me, I was mad I didn’t prepare that field of law before I saw them like I did the morning interview. Strange.

Today I had a third interview, one I did not have high hopes for. I thought it would pay less and be less rewarding than the other two jobs (even at J & P, LLP!) Boy, was I wrong! The third job’s interview was three pages of questions. About half were personality questions to see if I’d fit in there. I felt at ease and happy, and the more I learned about the job the more I realized how well I was cut out for it. I am their ideal candidate, they couldn’t have bred someone in a petrie dish better than I am for this position. I think they thought that too but I don’t want to get my hopes up too much.

Wish me luck, peoples. I’m hoping for #3 or #1, in that order. #2 I would turn down even if I had no other offers.