8.01.2007

One more time.

I've always enjoyed recruitment. Once that first semester as a VP was over (read: having to speak in front of that huge audience at the first, and second, info session and bombing it terribly--but being, overall, energetic and cute enough to pull a fair share of applicants), I really started to enjoy it. Knowing what I was talking about, knowing that I had something solid that other people would benefit them greatly, and being more confident speaking to randomers overall, I really started to enjoy recruitment.

However, let it be said that professional recruitment (with a big, big budget and amazingly smart, dynamic and wonderful people behind you) is way better. This is a new form of recruitment. I feel like LeBron--jumping from the playground right into the arena with the big boys. We definitely never had crudité at an AIESEC recruitment event. And I've never had so many people try to rub elbows and schmooze like they did tonight.

Also, the wealth of knowledge to be learned by doing recruitment at a major law firm, the idea of knowing everything (the umbrellas of practice groups and the specifics of each, the specifics of each office--their strongest practice groups, the ratio of partner to associates, the average time to make partner--I am going to nerd-out on knowledge and drive everyone insane) is exhausting in the way that finishing a major race is. In other words, I'm happy with the right here, right now.

I will also say, please please please, friends, never ever be in that last group of a meet-and-greet, downing (free) wine and beer like you've never seen it before and gobbling down the last delicacies like you've been locked in a closet and starved like young Harry Potter. Just, please, don't do that--or else I may have to pretend to have never known you at all.



In addition, I admit that I wish this country was so much smaller. The East is so far away and that is one of the biggest bummers when the best people you know are located there. It's like everything from the edge of California to the far border of Kentucky & Tennessee are this vast waste land with little but tumbleweeds and sun-bleached skeletons to keep you company.

I won't even comment what this different continents thing does to my heart. I'll just tell you that it's not pretty.

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