A True Story

I just got a return call from a recruiter that was looking to fill a position in an asbestos/mesothelioma plaintiff's firm. Basically, i would be suing people because a client inhaled some dangerous shit 20 years ago and is now cancer riddled. Here's how the crux of the call went. I am labeled, "Me" and the recruiter is labeled, "FuckfaceMcCallisterfromfucktown" I'll shorten that one to "Mr. Fuck"

...(becuase this isn't the beginning)

Mr. Fuck, "what law school did you go to?"
Me, "California Western School of Law"
M F, "How'd you do there?"
Me, "Alright, about middle of the road"
M F, "That'll be tough, what do you do now?"
Me, "Right now, I'm unemployed"
M F, "What did you do before you lost your job?"
Me, "Was a law clerk at a Plaintiff's firm and then a associate at a trust and estates firm"
M F, "I'm sorry my client won't buy that, they're looking for someone else, I'm sorry good bye"

Wow, thanks buddy. For a man that works in the employment placement field you sure know how to treat potential clients. Now I'm like super pissed and I want to punch the company in the face and I also want to travel back in time and tell my stupid younger self not to go to a third tier law school or law school in general. And If i'm already enrolled (time machines are very iffy) to tell myself to study harder and not fuck around so much.

I thought I had more to say about this guy but now I'm just too mad to type. I picked a bad week to quit drinking.