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My Dad’s Job Gave Me A Life, Mine Gave Me A Wife
The most significant parts of life are often unplanned
“We interviewed a candidate who came in with an intravenous needle in her hand!” My senior at work announced in a semi-baffled and semi-excited tone.
He and another colleague had just returned from a campus visit they had made to hire interns for the upcoming intern class. The process lasted over a couple of months where the firm visited 5–6 of the top campuses in India to recruit a dozen or so interns for our division. Some of these would then get lucky enough to land a full-time job offer.
The internship happened at the end of the first year of a 2-year master’s degree, so a job offer meant a fairly relaxed 2nd year at grad school. Two years earlier, I had come in as an intern myself and landed an offer at one of the most sought-after firms in the world of finance.
“You’re kidding aren’t you? Why would someone do that?” As much as I liked my job, I couldn’t see myself leaving a hospital bed in that condition just for an interview — even if it was the most coveted job in the world. “Well, I am not kidding, and this was also one of the two candidates we offered the internship to,” he stated matter of factly.
