<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Interviewing on Rachel Joi</title><link>https://racheljoi.com/tags/interviewing/</link><description>Recent content in Interviewing on Rachel Joi</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:32:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://racheljoi.com/tags/interviewing/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>disastrous interview</title><link>https://racheljoi.com/posts/disastrous-interview/</link><pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://racheljoi.com/posts/disastrous-interview/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had two interviews today, one of which wasn&amp;rsquo;t really an interview, and the other of which was a disaster.  I started talking and then I started thinking, &amp;ldquo;Shut up, shut up, for goodness&amp;rsquo; sake, Rachel, shut up,&amp;rdquo; but I kept talking.  He asked all sorts of questions that I didn&amp;rsquo;t know how to answer (e.g., &amp;ldquo;Why didn&amp;rsquo;t a law firm hire you last year?&amp;rdquo;), and he told me that my writing sample is on a topic that make people&amp;rsquo;s eyes glaze over (Burmese refugees are terribly boring, I guess).  He seemed like a great guy, and I would love to work for him, but I don&amp;rsquo;t think the feeling was mutual. Yeah, I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure I&amp;rsquo;m not going to get a job there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>