7/8ths Out The Door
I had my follow-up interview today with firm #2. I told them I was now on a deadline because firm #1 gave me a job offer with a deadline to accept it. I also told them the interview needed to be quick because there were only so many times in the course of one week I could “go to the gynecologist” and have my boss believe me, so I needed to get back to the office as soon as possible.
So the first twenty minutes of the second interview were a fucking whirlwind of tough questions, honest yet perfect answers (with just enough sauciness to make him laugh every two to three minutes), both of us speaking a mile a minute for a climactic brute brusque negotiation over salary–which included me being a hardass over salary, since I had the luxury of throwing yesterday’s generous offer down on the table, looking him in the eye and saying “I already have an offer, with a salary of ###. Can you do better than that?”
