1001 OCIP Nights
Related to the post below, I want to invite readers to share stories (incognito of course, with names changed to protect the innocent) from the whole OCIP arena. Did an interviewer have the TV on in the background? Was someone showing more assets than called for? Write away!
Labels: OCIP/Employment
posted by Armen Adzhemyan at 10:08 AM
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In case anyone was wondering about today's blackout at the Hotel Durant, you can see the story at SF Gate.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/baycitynews/archive/2005/09/19/berkblast19.DTL
Apparently there was an underground explosion and a flying manhole cover.
I had a partner start crying during my interview. The accompanying associate looked like he wanted to kill me. (For reference, I don't go to Boalt...but I do go to another top-tier law school in CA. Our OCIP wraps up this Wednesday.)
Talk about keeping us in suspense.
I put an interview in my calendar wrong, and instead of five minutes early, I showed up finve mintues late.
Thank goodness they can't compare notes with each other. I hope.
Wait, wait, I need to end this like one of MW's Boalt Briefs...
"I was so embarassed! I hope I get a callback!"
i finished my interview and proceeded to stand up, and a story popped into my head, and I kept on talking, and the guy didn't stand up to walk me out the door! he just sat there! so i was standing OVER him talking. and then he stood up. was ready to die. thank god it was one i actually wanted to drop, but couldn't.
I forgot to shake hands with the interviwers on my way out. There were 2, and one stood up to show me out but neither extended their hand so I didn't either. Stupid on my part really.
someone said a racist joke to me. during the very first few minutes of my interview, we were talking about college football and recruiting. he said that "white boys can't play football, they're like dough boys." then he said, "it's okay. i can say that. i'm white." he then started laughing hysterically.
Interviewer: So, what office are you interested in?
Me: San Francisco. Really want to stay in the Bay Area.
Interviewer: Okay, great. And are there any practice areas you're particularly interested in?
Me: Yes, litigation. Definitely litigation.
Interviewer: Ummm, we don't really do litigation in our San Francisco office.
[awkward silence]
Me: Umm...well, okay, then I really want to be in New York or Washington. Definitely one of those two.
Interviewer: Oh great!
Sadly, I got a callback in that firm's DC and NY offices. Just goes to show how much value preparation and research has in this process.
This happened today....
Me (trying to be funny): I am impressed with your firm's commitment to having your projects staffed leanly and, thanks to your generous subsidizing of gym membership, your commitment to a lean staff.
Associated (smug as hell): Yes, well, that would be the case if I were to take the time out of my day to fly to our [obviously inconvenient east cost location #1] or [obviously inconvenient east cost location #2] offices.
Me (surprised): But your website...
Partner (barely attempting to feign interest): No, we do pay for memberships at the local health club.
Associate (slightly embarrased): We do?
Partner (too indifferent to be indignant, and without any humor): Yes. I know, I'm a partner. Our money goes to pay for it.
Me (anxiously waiting to get the hell out of there): Uh, yeah....
my interviewer was five minutes late, did not introduce himself, interviewed me as he was unpacking his things in the room, and ushered me out before the next person even knocked on the door.
I had an interview with a firm that sent one young guy and one very old guy. During the interview, the young guy asked me why Boalt and I answered it.
Later, the old guy asked again why I came to Boalt and I then had to remember my answer and repeat it.
Then the old guy asked me what other law schools I got into (!). I didn't give him a list but had to drop a name or two to keep the conversation going. The old guy then dutifully wrote them on my resume for some reason. Then he started asking me about particular schools and even wrote down that I was wait-listed at one of them.
He also referred to New Haven as "almost a ghetto." I wanted to say, "I almost grew up in a ghetto," but I resisted the urge.
I've heard of people writing their LSAT score on their resume (which is really lame), but schools they turned down?! I guess it must be some sort of generational thing I don't understand...
I was waiting to interview with a firm for a full three mintues after I knocked until a friend emerged from his interview. I said hi and then went in for my interview. The woman who was interviewing me told me to wait for a second while she did something. She had a piece of paper in front of her where she had evidently been taking a few notes about each candidate and then at the end of each interview writing "yes," "no," or "maybe" next to each. She quickly glanced at what she had written about my friend and then wrote "no" next to it. I thought about telling him about it but decided he'll find out soon enough anyway.
I did a drop-in interview at the end of the day yesterday with a firm whose schedule I couldn't get onto. People had written in additional slots on the door until 7:20 but I got 5 minutes immediately. The interviewer could barely talk (I think he had lost his voice from talking to Boalties all day). When I told him people had written themselves in until 7:20, he said that he had to go to the airport much earlier than that. I asked if he'd like me to write on the door when his cut-off was and he said "no, they'll figure it out." I guess that really sucks for the people who put their monkey suit back on and came all the way back to the hotel to find an empty room.
C'mon, let's hear some more stories! The last few have been weak.
I did an interview with a guy who sat there and told me that he never wanted to become a lawyer and that he did it for all the wrong reasons (that his parents pressured him into making a lot of money) and that the reason I should consider his firm was because it is tolerable to a person who hates his job. Um, someone missed the ball on staffing the recruiting committee this year...
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