I am stunned. I got beat out for an insurance defense job (which is exactly what I did last summer) by someone who an all criminal prosecution resume. It makes zero sense.
Sorry man, its all about luck with these things. No shame in being beat out by a hot chick. Keep your head up, all you need is one bite.
chrisbru wrote:I am stunned. I got beat out for an insurance defense job (which is exactly what I did last summer) by someone who an all criminal prosecution resume. It makes zero sense.
sorry dude. job hunting makes no effing sense. my temp job ended today because our dude took a plea and I just got a rejection email from a different prospect. I'm fighting the urge to lay in bed and mope myself.
and by fighting the urge, I mean I had three panic attacks yesterday and keep spontaneously bursting into tears, so I'm not handling the Vale well at all. Gotta get my shizz together. This weekend = beast mode for firing out applications because I don't know what else to do.
I so far have been scheduling meetings with attorneys and applying to anything and everything I can find thats posted on the roughly 15 sites I check but am starting to think that I may just start mass mailing as well. The only possible way it can "hurt" is if it was annoying and they remembered my name, but I doubt that would happen. A friend of mine got an above market gig 6 months into unemployment by mass mailing last year, .01% chance but I got the time so I may just do it. I also am waiting to get the official certificate in the mail so I can say I am officially "barred" instead of just "passed the bar exam" and then I am gonna start trying cases pro bono. There is a public interest nonprofit here that literally has a mountain of cases going to trial that needs volunteers. Even if I mess them up completely what is the worst thing they are gonna do, fire me?
A decent amount of my classmates with substantially lower grades are finding jobs somehow. Not sure if I should feel encouraged or discouraged about this. I am tailoring my cover letters to the point of exhaustion at this point, I spent 45 minutes on one last night for a very specific boutique practice.