HIRED

(from Zach)

Today I leave THE FIRM for the last time (at least for a season). I turn in my BB and building pass. Today an entire season of life is over - the journey that began more than 3 years ago has an ending.
In August of 2005, I was running down a little road in the middle of OH desperately trying to prepare myself for the Marine Corp's officer school and trying to decide whether I was in love. Two months later, I was in Walter Reed Hospital in the middle of the night getting a CAT scan as the doctors tried to figure out what I had broken in my wrist. At that point, I knew two things: my dream of finishing OCS was gone and I was positive I did not want to go to law school. Two months after that, I was sleeping on the sofa in a house with 4 other guys I hardly knew and trying to figure out what to do with my life. Only the grace of God got me through that season - I don't know how I managed to live without a real home or job that I enjoyed for 9 months. The hardest part during that season was dealing with the feeling that everyone was a little disappointed with me for working a job as a janitor at the college from which I graduated with honors only months before. Fortunately, I had a seat at George Mason's law school and had enough smart people around me to push me to take it. Equally fortunate was the fact that I got married before law school and had someone to help me through the hard spells of that first year of law school.
A year ago, I was working for free at the DOJ and sending out dozens of resumes to law firms. Marybeth gave up any kind of nice anniversary present or trip so I could interview in NYC. Almost a year ago to the day, I interviewed with the hiring chair at THE FIRM in a hotel room in lower Manhattan. The day did not start off very well: the subway had closed due to the rain and we got lost on our way to the interviews. I arrived, dripping wet and upset, minutes before the first of 13 interviews. Somehow, my dearest wife dried me off, pulled me together, and kept me moving through 7 hours of interviews. THE FIRM called me back for a second interview and I began a series of day trips to NYC from DC as I courted it and several other firms. I was getting pretty discouraged after receiving rejection letters from countless firms. For the first couple weeks, I saved them, but when they starting coming by the 3s and 4s everyday in the mail, I just gave up and started throwing them away. Ultimately, I ended up with two offers: one from THE FIRM and one from a DC branch office of a large firm (that has subsequently fired people because of the economic downturn). We opted for NYC, not knowing how how the details would work out. Now, we are at the end of the summer and I have received and accepted an offer of a full-time job in a year at THE FIRM. Those details have all worked out and a new set of unknowns lies on the horizon. Marybeth will be starting her MBA at AN IVY LEAGUE this fall and we have been blessed with a home for me in VA while I finish school. God has been good. I do not think I could have found a better fit for a place to start out as an attorney and I believe it is the next step toward something bigger. The summer was amazing. Unlike some firms, there are no people that think they own the world based solely on their law school's reputation, there are no screamers, no assigning partners that drive junior associates into the ground, and no expectation for you to completely sell your soul. The firm values performance and social normalcy, two things that are sometimes overlooked. As summer associates, we have had a great time, drank enough hard liquor to preserve us for life, eaten several herds of cows (or at least their steaks), and generally gone from forty-odd strangers to more-or-less family in 12 weeks. Everyone passes the 48-hour test, meaning we will be able to work on a deal closing together for 48 hours straight and not kill each other. I will honestly be glad to return - while I value the freedom of being a summer associate, there will also be a good feeling to being a full-time, contributing member of the team. After weeks of working 80+ hours working construction and cleaning bathrooms, law firm life looks less scary. As much as this feels like an ending, I don't want to see it as such. Even as the future has become more clear, in that I have a job I could conceivable keep for the next 40 years, I have become increasingly concerned about settling down mentally. While I am perfectly comfortable with working a regular job and assuming adult responsibilities, I don't ever want to let that daily routine become a mental default. I believe this is a step and not an ending point in our lives. I want to look back in 3 or 30 years and see that the same drive and divine blessing that brought us to this point was not the end, was not just a way for us to gain a comfortable but static life. So, here's to the future.
Now, off to the last happy hour.