I know it’s not like me to post twice in one day, but something about the call back interview is bugging me.
Two of the interviewers brought up my age. I can be kind of dense, and I don’t always get the subtext of a conversation until later. I realize now, that in a subtle way, they were questioning whether or not I was to old too do the grunt work that goes along with a firm job. Ironically, it was the female attorney who was giving me the hardest time.
For those of you who are wondering, I am 38.
If I had picked up on what was going on, I think I would have more boldly proclaimed my ability to do HOURS of monotonous work.
But if I were being honest, I would have said something along the line of,
“Are you serious? You think document review is hard? You think being a lawyer is hard? I will tell you what is hard. 3 am in the morning with a colicky baby is hard. Administering morphine to your mother as she is dying of cancer is hard.
Do I look delicate to you? Do you think your stupid job is going to break me? Do you see the stretch marks across my stomach? That is where I carried a human being that I pushed out of myself.
I’ve detoxed from alcohol. I’ve done the 12 steps.
I’ve stared down scary Christians at the state house so my wife and I could get married.
In yoga, I can hold a downward facing dog for over a minute. I jog for 3 miles several times a week.
I’m strong enough for your stupid job. Why don’t you ask the 23 year olds how they are going to manage to review documents after 3 years of g-chatting with their friends and surfing the web through class.”