Vaguely reminiscent…

The dreaded day (which turned out to be DAYS) finally came and left completely eventfully. I’ve never seen myself and the whole batch so anxious, nervous, sick to the stomach and so glued to every call that came to their phone. I swear I’ve never been so quick to pick up a call as I was like on Monday and Tuesday. Well, it was lifting-of-moratorium-day on the 13th of July and it was the day of reckoning for everyone as it was the official day that the whole batch would be able to apply for pupillage positions in the coveted firms that they’ve longed for ever since Year 1 in law school began. The lesser ambitious of us chose to simply stick it out and fatefully accept ANY firm that would give us any offer and not have too high an expectation but when everyone around you seems to be getting calls for interviews and you have zilch, one tends to feel really sad as a result. And also mildly demoralised. I felt that way on Monday. I knew what firms I really wanted and what area I wanted to specialise in – maritime and admiralty i.e. shipping. But the worse thing was that I was dead sick on Monday so I had to stay home because I was still feverish and coughing like mad. Not a good thing to scare of your interviewers with you coughing like there’s no tomorrow. Anyway, I got an offer after an interview I did in the morning and after careful thinking, I chose to accept it and to end my unending woes there and then.

I am doing my pupillage in Joseph tan Jude benny under the shipping department. I’m just glad that I got an interview that was genuine and I got to be who I usually am – the bubbly happy Raffli. I was also really happy that I didn’t have to put on false pretences to talk on things that I usually don’t bother with. The partner who interviewed me was really pleasant and the interview felt good and right. Just like the law interview I had while in the army with 2 law professors I think for admission to law school. It went really well. We had loads of laughter intertwined with serious discussions on censorship and pornography (don’t ask). And call me simple. Or call me dumb. Or inpatient. But after thinking about the offer for a few hours, I chose to accept the offer (the pupillage one). It promised a good grounding in shipping and an okay remuneration package during pupillage. And hopefully, if I perform well enough, I’d be retained which I really really want to. I’ve a feeling I’ll like the place a lot. I’m prepared to work the hours for it though as I told him. Which apparently my mom still doesn’t seem to understand – she thinks that working late means working till 8pm – when in reality it probably extends to after midnight and having to be in the office again early the next morning. I don’t know if that’s the culture in the firm I’m gonna do my pupillage in but I’ve a feeling that if there’s anything in common between law firms, it’s probably the hard work one has to put in and the long hours one has to sacrifice to get tasks done.

It’s okay. It’s gonna be fine. I know it will. If all else fails:
“Just dance| Gonna be okay | Da da du du dum”