I don’t usually come down here to the pit, but I really need to vent.
Last year, I was absolutely miserable at my job. I’m still friends with people who work there, and even they call it “the war zone.” Just not a good environment. So, I went job hunting. I’m in Silicon Valley, so the pickings were slim.
I really, really, really wanted to leave law firm life to go into a corporation. And not even for the wrong reasons! Most patent guys want to go in-house because they think it’s a cushy position that lets you slide. I didn’t want to slide. I wanted to work hard and do a good job for a company. I happen to think I have a skill set that makes me better suited to in-house duties (esp. when it comes to making business decisions).
Well, the job market sucks and, although I got a half-dozen or so interviews, I just couldn’t make the cut. So, I bit the bullet and moved on to another law firm. I’m not particularly happy. Sure, the people are much nicer than the war zone. Everyone is friendly and nobody wants to stab you in the back. However, the tyranny of the billable hour is sucking the life out of me. While I may not yet be dead inside, I’m getting there.
I know I don’t do well in interviews. My resume is impressive enough that it gets me in the door, but I know the stink of desperation emanates off of me. I try to act cool, but I want the job so badly.
Fast forward to today. I find out that a colleague at my law firm happens to know a secretary at one of the corporations I interviewed. Somehow, she remembers me. Her boss apparently decided to pass on me BECAUSE HE THOUGHT I WAS TOO SMART. Dear god, how can anyone decide that their attorney is TOO SMART? Would you pass on a doctor who is too smart?
Here I am, at 8:20pm, still at work, my children are probably already in bed – just another day they don’t see Daddy – and I find out I was passed over because I was too goddamn smart.