I wanted to write an anon post to all the suicide threaders in this topic about my experience with the job search. Here it goes, I hope it makes everyone feel better.
My story: Went to a top school had good grades somehow struck out at OCI and ended up in your position. I would have daily conversations with some close friends and loved ones about how hopeless my life would be and how my life was somehow over without a job. It became difficult to even be around others at school who all had their fancy biglaw jobs while I had literally nothing. I hustled literally everyday, probably applied to over 1,000 positions. Finally during the end of 2L year, a biglaw firm was looking for an associate in my dream practice area. I didn't even believe it was possible when they expressed interest, and when after a few interviews I landed the job I literally was deliriously happy to the point where I couldnt stop smiling and celebrating everyday, so happy I made it and would be handsomely rewarded for my hard work.
Flash-forward 20 months: I have just billed fifty hours in the past three days on rush jobs which the client demands get done. My body literally trembles as my eyelids burn in pain from only getting 4 hours of sleep the last few days, but hey, its weekend time baby. Partner emails firm, there is a new emergency rush job and associates are going to need to volunteer to work the weekend. I call that nice girl I had a couple dates with and explain that I'm going to have to delay the brunch date we planned (yet another re-schedule). I ask to re-schedule, she says don't bother, I cannot blame her.
As the weekend winds down and Sunday approaches, I google search for men's regenerative hair therapy, at 27 years old my hair is already thinning and balding from the stress at work. I then get comments back to my latest project, nothing substantive, but I forgot in a couple places to bold some terms and am told I need to stop being so careless and deliver high quality work product. As Monday morning rolls around I am again chewed out by a partner over my carelessness, as instead of explaining what is wrong with my work he sarcastically gets in my face and yells at me in a condescending manner for not understanding what is going on.
I think back to the guy 20 months ago, sure he had no jobs, but he had an amazing girlfriend, an awesome group of friends to roll with all the time. I talk to other friends in biglaw about how worried we were about getting these jobs, and we literally cannot do anything but laugh about how foolish we were to revere these jobs according to the school culture. Most of us will be leaving in a few months, not concerned about being in your unemployed position, as we learned the hard way about the things that really matter in life, none of which involve money.
This is my story, and I hope it helps some of you in this topic. You are all smart capable people who will thrive in jobs even if significantly less prestigious than biglaw, and probably enjoy them much more. Wish everyone here all the best.
Thanks for the post. To be honest, I would kill to be in your position right now. What you described sounds bad- but sitting at home eating chips and rotting away in misery with no job and no money is much, much worse.