Humor 10/5/97: Interview Horror Story

Hi everyone,

I hope your weekend went well. Thanks to those of you who sent me
advice concerning finding an apartment in New York. However, I am back
working in the Boston office of Andersen for the time being, so I won't
be needing an apartment in Manhattan. The story is too long to go into
here of why I came back to work in Boston. I may send it out at a later
date.

This week, my recommendation for a movie, book, CD, or something else is
a book that I suggested to a friend this weekend. The book is a classic
Asian American piece of literature. It is John Okada's, "No-No Boy".
It's quick reading, but very powerful.

For those of you in the Boston area, my roommate Rich and I are thinking
of planning a ballroom dancing lesson on Swing on Saturday, October
25th. It will probably be located here in Watertown, MA and costs about
$5 per person. The Swing lesson will start exactly at 7:30 pm, and go
to 8:30 pm. Then, we'll try to have some time of just dancing, to both
Swing and to Foxtrot, which is what we learned last month. I'll send
out more specific details if we do manage to organize this event.

This week's really funny email comes to us from from Dave Shim. Thanks
Dave! Take care and enjoy!

-Josh.
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For those of you with interview lunch horror stories, this one
has to be the absolute worst.

Ouch!!!!

This is a redacted email from someone named Jamie Feldman.
Apparently it's true; we'll see.

I assume you know what moo-shu is: Chinese food consisting of
thin hot pancakes, hoisin sauce, and a filling made of seasoned
shredded vegetables with or without some kind of meat. You
spread the sauce on the pancake, put in a dollop of filling, and roll
it
up.

Anyway, the person who told me this true story is a 2nd-year
associate at a major New York law firm.

This week, the firm was interviewing a second-year law student
from a New York law school for next summer. Three of them went
to China Grill, an upscale Asian restaurant, for lunch: the
candidate and two associates.

They ordered moo-shu. The waiter arrived with the filling,
and then went around the table with a covered plate of moo-shu
pancakes. He went to the candidate first, who took a pancake,
opened it up, and pressed it directly onto her face, apparently
believing it to be some sort of a hot towel.

>From what I understand, the two associates refrained from
pressing their own pancakes to their own faces, and simply left them
alone
and ate the moo-shu filling straight.