314159265358979 wrote:Quick story:
When the plane landed in Chicago, I was pretty excited. I knew that they next few days would basically determine the next few years of my life. I had prepared meticulously-printing out copies of my resume and writing sample for each interview I had. I even ordered official transcripts from my undergrad and law schools just to make them look that much better (FYI, they were free at the time-don't go spending $100 on something like this). However, after I finished about 1 slice of my freshly ordered Giordano's pizza, I realized I didn't have any extra copies of my resume for hospitality suites. This was at about 11:30 at night. In a hurried panic, I ran down to the Doubletree's business center. I was greeted at the door by a number of other straggling PLIPers. We nearly fought to the death over who could use the printer, our anger only redirected once we learned that there was no paper. I begged the front desk to hand me just a few sheets of paper out of their printer, but to no avail. Only an hour later around 12:30 did a confused young man walk through the door with the best looking paper ream I've seen in my life.
A few typos, spelling errors, and $30 later, I was home free with 5 fresh copies of my resume. If only it were so simple. On my way out, a rather pretentious student stopped me, looking at my prized possession. "You're not actually going to pass THOSE out are you?" He then opened his portfolio to show me a group of horribly printed, poorly written resumes with size 70 font YALE UNIVERSITY at the top. "You see, manilla paper is all the rage today; you certainly won't get hired with that plain white stuff." I knew he was wrong. I knew it didn't matter. Yet the words could not be unspoken, and the idea had been planted. I reluctantly set an alarm for 5:30 AM. The next morning, I put on my best suit, grabbed my portfolio, and set a course for Staples. It's only 10 blocks, I thought. It can't be THAT far.
At 6:20, I was comfortable. At 6:23, I was hot. At 6:26, I was sweating. And at 6:40, I arrived at Staples, sweating profusely. Of course, they were reluctant to let me in when they opened at 7, since I looked like I had just robbed a diner with Samuel L. Jackson. Another $50 and 15 minutes later, I took a cab to the Embassy Suites just in time for the annual Calling of the Alternates. By the time the hospitality suites opened at 9 I had dried off, and at least I had that manilla resume paper. The look of dejection on the person's face who handed his over just after me was worth the price of admission.
10/10, would forget extra resumes again.
You mean putting 70pt font YALE is not going to get me a job?!? Darn... good thing I don't go to Yale...