After that horrible interview I had with the boring firm, I walked around for a week waiting for the letter. I knew I was in the cross hairs of the rejection gun, I was just waiting for them to pull the trigger so I could get on with the bleeding. It finally came today, so I’m not going to be working for a firm.
In a previous life, I would have wandered around for a week in a bathrobe, drunk and crying. I would be wearing a shoe on my ear, and my hair would be pulled back so that I wouldn’t get any vomit on it. Alas, those days are behind me.
I couldn’t figure out an appropriate response, so I have been wearing my bathrobe, eating popcorn and watching this video over and over.
I bet you Kim Gordon has never once, not even once, worried about what some tax attorney thought of her. I feel bad ass by osmosis.
So since I am not going to get the six figure salary, I decided, screw it. I’m going to go after the job I really want. I don’t want to jinx myself and tell you what it is (because I think I have some really bad job karma) but it rhymes with trosecutor.