February 03, 2005
my headhunter thinks i'm funny
but not funny "ha ha", funny "retard" or "freaked out stress case".
he e-mailed me to ask me why I was coming back to chicago, so he could tell the HR people at these firms if any of them asked. I wrote him an e-mail listing my usual reasons (I miss my family, everything is cheaper, blah blah blah) and then I added something along the lines of "I didn't get fired or anything".
And he wrote back "of course I didn't think you got fired--you're funny!"
but I don't think it's particularly funny. At least if I were in HR, I'd be curious to know if a lateral applicant was fired (and thus both desparate and a potential liability as a bad worker if hired) or just interested in moving for other reasons.
Wow, this entry sounds like an RRC entry if you substitute "secretary" for "headhunter" and if stead of amusing the headhunter I had offended him.
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January 29, 2005
nervous
I'm uncharacteristically nervous about this interview on Monday. I haven't interviewed in three years, and I really want to get the hell out of here, so that's most of it. The other problem is that I spent too much time looking at the profiles of associates on their websites and they're all magna cum laude and graduated with honors from yale. But...well, I guess they wouldn't have given me an interview if they weren't going to hire my non-honors self. (Note that I failed to get honors in college not because I'm dumb, but because I was "finding myself" [ok, and I was lazy and played too much mario kart]. Note that I failed to get honors in law school because a certain professor almost failed me in his crappy class. grrrr.) and this is just my first interview. i will get more. oh yes, i will. yes.
i think.
sigh.
anyway, it will be good to see the folks in chicago and hear g.c.'s version of the story where he got banned from a bar for only wearing one shoe. plus i get to call in sick to my real job, which is always a good time.
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January 18, 2005
and a liquor store in Compton
"I studied those albums like someone who was studying for the bar," he said.
I too hope to be shot seven times then. Anything to inspire me to quit this job.
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January 09, 2005
tastes like chicken
Ah, Sunday. Bagel, coffee, writing a memo about 8000 CFR sections on securities when we have a whole securitization department (note: i am not IN this department) that probably already has a memo on this, but, really, why not reinvent the wheel using a second year associate in project finance!
Mordechai disagrees. He thinks that the wheel is fine the way it is and I would be happier not reinventing it for some partner that is too stupid to, oh, I don't know, call a partner in securitization and ask if he knows the answer off the top of his head so I don't have to spend 8 months researching obscure CFR parts on securities.
Mordechai expresses his displeasure by laying on, and then consuming, 31 CFR Part 306: General Regulations Governing U.S. Securities.
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January 08, 2005
looking
Resume just went out to at least one recruiter in Chicago. Thanks to TR for a really good rewrite of it and DB for the recruiter reference.
This is quite freeing. I am now totally not worried about the memo I'm supposed to be writing. I know, I know, don't get fired BEFORE I get a new job. But still...
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December 20, 2004
thanks
Ok, now who wants to draft my cover letter for me??
Seriously, thanks for your fast responses.
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December 18, 2004
I need the names of recruiters in Chicago
pony them up. now.
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November 09, 2004
entry
I haven't written in awhile, I apologize. Since I've now received a voicemail requesting a post (thanks G) I guess I should oblige.
First, the good news: I've bought a 37-inch plasma television. You really haven't lived until you've seen that awful movie "The Cat in the Hat" in its high definition, wide-screen glory (some alcohol helps). Holy shit guys you have to come visit just to see the TV. I love this thing so much I'm actually worried about how it will fare in a move to chicago. A move that isn't even scheduled yet.
Now the bad news: i fucking hate my job. I work too much. i can't breathe. If there is a hate disease, I've developed it. And I'm so demoralized I can't even motivate myself to work on my own resume (much less I's resume, which i was supposed to be working on.) i am in a rut. a rut of hate! :) agh.
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April 06, 2004
another new york moment!
you know, when J was verbally assaulted by the hispanic women on the L train--i was really upset. no one messes with my monkey and then calls her dawson's creek, unless they were referring to katie holmes' character --hot stuff.
so this morning, on my way to work--crossing 42nd street to 7th avenue, there was a walk sign! this is a first for me. i usually have to wait a few minutes before crossing. i am almost to the other side, when this van is coming at me!
the driver looks at me. mind you, there is a walk sign and i am still walking. he is ready to run me over. he turns almost into me to the point where my face is almost smacked up against his driver's side window.
obviously, i had to do something so i flicked him--pressing my hand against his window. he had the nerve to smile and stick his tongue out at me. how old is he, 3? i should've known. he was a typical williamsburg hipster; i can spot them a mile away. mop-top hair, scruffy, dirty t-shirt driving a dark green van. all he was missing was his trucker hat, which i am sure that was on the passenger seat next to him. as he drives off, i punch the side of his van. very lady-like, i know. i learned all of my moves from C2.
apparently, i had an audience--mouths agape on 42nd and 7th, in the heart of times square. little corporate girl taking on a huge van in times square. i am sure i will make it into some tourist's journal tonight.
i couldn't believe what a prick this guy was. i should've opened his car door and pulled him out and beat his scrawny williamsburg ass to a pulp. motherfuckin' hipsters. go fuck yourselves. i am so ready for a fight.
do you think that J has rubbed off on me? i used to be such a nice person.
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