US Attorney Interview
Woke up this morning at 7AM for no apparent reason. Tried to go back to bed but merely tossed and turned for an hour and a half. Just long enough for someone to take over the bathroom before I could get there. Drat. Foiled again. Waited my turn and then occupied it for an hour showering and shaving. I'd say revenge is sweet, but really I'm just slow in the morning. No malice was intended. Got dressed up in a suit because I knew I had an interview right after Crim Law (which I was already running late for). Snagged a glass of water on my way out the door 'cause I was pretty parched...never time for breakfast anymore these days. Sat in the back of Crim Law and realized that as usual I wasn't missing anything. Found out from classmates on IM that the interviews were being held in Little Warren, I don't know how I managed to miss the location when I scheduled the block on my calendar. Printed out a writing sample and list of references at the Library and got to Little Warren 15 minutes early, plenty of time to primp in the bathroom outside of the interview room. Didn't help of course, nothing to do about chapped lips, a bloody nose, or dried out, wind blown hair. Oh well. One does what one can. The interviewer spent 5 minutes after the guy before me writing noted privately and then he welcomed me in. Turns out he went to Georgetown undergrad, Yale Law, and clerked for a federal judge before coming to the DOJ. Very impressive. The interview went fine but I think he was that way with everyone and I'm ot at all optimistic about getting the job; a summer internship with the US Attorney's Office Civil Division. On the other hand, it's a government job and it is unpaid so I won't be too heart broken if I'm rejected. I know the woman who interviewed after me and she reported that no notes were taken on me after I left. I take this to be a bad sign. Went home to read some Con law so as not to be embarrassed for a second day. Went to lunch at the Faculty House for a reception with Heller Ehrman. On the way I ran into a classmate who assured me that I had appeared to have done the reading in Con Law after the second question yesterday. Of course after the first question he wasn't too sure...Yeah, I'm convinced I totally bombed. But oh well. It happens. And of course the irony is that I actually had read the passage that I screwed up on. Bah. The lunch was really good. Very classy buffet. Not the usual boxed garbage. Tasty salmon. I love salmon. The desserts were very impressive too. Layered little cakes and eclaires and whatnot. I over did it a little and ordered San Pelligrino. I don't know why. I'm not a big fan of bubbly water. But it was there. And free. When will I learn? The firm was semi-interesting, SF based and heavy on high tech cases and clients. Of course they don't hire 1Ls so I don't care much for this year. Skipped Reg State to study more Con Law. I was determined to redeem myself. By the time class rolled around, I knew the cases backwards and forwards and exactly what the prof was going to ask. As it turns out, I was totally on and predicted correctly. However the prof wouldn't call on me. I raised my hand three times. No one else was raising their hand. He looked right at me and then cold called random people. I see how it is. Well I tried. I'm sure he'll catch me next time I'm unprepared or something and continue ignoring me the rest of the time. After class I gave advice to some classmates and then went to the Public Service office to sign up for a meeting with some guy that has lots of government connections. I should apply to the CA Attorney General's office too.
Went to the PAul Weiss reception at Cafe Gray. The restaraunt was truly lavish. The bar was very very open. And they had great food. Little beef spare rib pies. Bite sized salads. Truffle pastries. Mini lamb pizzas. Dainty chicken wings. Fig and nut bread. All manner of fine cheeses. Candied fruit. Apple raisin strudel. Chocolate mousse cups. I had a LOT to drink too. First white wine, something from Austria, I wasn't impressed with it, too much bite. Then scotch, Johnny Walker Black Label. Then a mojito. Then tastes of other people's drinks. A side car and a few I've forgotten. Orderd port; a glass of ruby and glass of tawny. I liked one better than the other but I got them mixed up to the point I don't remember which one I preferred. Both pretty good. Then dessert wine, they didn't have ice wine but I got the next closest thing. Then some kind of champaign mixed with something red and fruity. Then real champaign, straight. Then an apple martini. I know I'm forgetting a few in there. It was a pretty good time at the firm. Paul Weiss knows how to throw a party. The restaraunt had a great view of Columbus Circle too. It's in the times warner mall. Went home on the subway and walked a guest home. Completely forgot the poker game I was supposed to go to at 9. Made a stir fry at her place, not because we were hungry but because she needed to cook it for tomorrow and I was in a cooking/procrastinating/not going home mood. We talked a lot but mostly about her life. Probly for the best. I don't think I should be alowed to discuss myself with undergrads. I'm too much of a downer. It probably stunts their growth. I finally went home and took some stir fry with me. It was 7 degrees outside. I didn't feel too cold. Plenty of alcohol keeping me warm still. I felt even more depressed on my walk back than I did before going out. I guess that's how alcohol works. It's a temporary fix that does more damage in the long run. Still wasn't drunk really. Too much time spread. And too much lean mass. I'll still drink some water before bed. No use dehydrating. My lips are chapped from the cold as it is.