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They Don't Write to Say They Want You . . .

October 6, 2006 1:12 AM

've been working my ass off lately, which explains the lack of posts in recent days. I've been working on stuff for Law Review. It's been a lot of work, but I like it for some reason. The feeling of accomplishment is something I haven't gotten to feel very often. The last time I felt this way was when I worked at the TV station. There's something about knowing that you're doing something that a lot of people are going to see that's deeply satisfying for me, even if I'm working on only a small part of the production.

As corny or lame as it may sound, I feel like Law Review Ismael is the real Ismael. I don't know if that makes any sense.

So, here I am, feeling great about things, getting home at 1am. I check my mail, and, sure enough, there's a rejection letter from the only firm I've interviewed with thus far this year. No, I haven't sent out nearly as many resumes as I should, and no, I didn't have my heart set on this firm. But the rejections are mounting, graduation is getting closer every single day. I feel like I'm at the beach, standing in the shallow water, watching as a huge wave builds in front of me. The undertow is pulling at my legs, and the sand beneath my feet is being sucked away. I know the wave can't knock me down, but there's still a moment of . . . let's say panic.



7 Comments


Jorge Montego said:

Sometimes they do write to say they want you. Never can tell.

Reminds me of some junk mail that I didn't instinctively tear in half and toss immediately. Turned out they were including a real live $1 bill to guilt me into contributing to their cause. As a law student with no guilt or shame, I kept the money and threw away their pitch.

October 6, 2006 6:54 AM



Utah said:

Even if the wave did knock you down, at least it would also take out the bethonged Russians.

October 6, 2006 9:37 AM



morenonesense said:

hey, i have a great idea for you (or a horrible idea...prolly the latter). so, since you're so open with your thoughts and feelings on your blog, one of your side bars can be the "Ismael stock market index". so, when you get rejected from another firm, your stock can go down, and i can sell you, thus keeping a small part of my investment in "the Ismael." or i can hold onto it, and when you get a job or eat somewhere really good or tackle a hobo for his lunch money, i may double my investment in "the Ismael", save it, and sell you someday with a big return. also, this side bar would be great, because then i can just look at your stock on a given day without having to read through your blog to see how you're actually doing.

October 6, 2006 11:54 AM



Vice said:

Hmm...I have to say, this idea of "the Ismael" is pretty damn good. I think it would be applicable to anybody, but particularly to you. You seem to have a lot of highs and lows (or, at the very least, you yell a lot, over good and bad things). I like it. I want in.

October 6, 2006 4:03 PM



TheExpat said:

Sorry fellas, but stock in "the Ismael" has been traded privately for years. The majority holder of most of the stock in "the Ismael" is of course the big guy himself, though a few of us have tried desparately over the last few years to wrest control of "the Ismael" out from under its dubious regulator, "the Ismael's Mom".

October 6, 2006 11:51 PM



Dee said:

i wanted to say something encouraging, but then i read the comments. now my heart just aches for the days of the big whiteboard.

was pictionary something that happened from time to time? or is that one of the memories i invented to fill a balckout?

October 7, 2006 1:20 AM



Ismael Tapia II said:

morenononsense, Vice, The Expat,
Yes, it's true - I've been a closely held corporation since about 1987. I have to say, though, I'm considering an IPO sometime in the coming year.

In any event, I have to say that I like this idea, too. The problem is implementation - I'd need an easy applet or something that allowed me to enter numbers which it would then turn into a graph. Any ideas? Santi, I'm looking at you, here . . .

Dee,
I know that pictionary happened at least once and possibly twice. The first time was when Karen, PJ, Laurie and I played ad PJ and I got, like, 4 gin and tonics out of a handle of gin, the insisted we needed more gin, then almost died.

I have vague recollections of another time, but nothing too specific.

I also remember charades. We did that once at Thanksgiving.

October 7, 2006 3:13 AM



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