Carrot Peelers, Sales, Personality and Your Legal Job Search

A couple of years ago, I read several articles in Vanity Fair, The New York Times, The Village Voice, and other publications about a man named Joe Andes. Here is a portion of one profile of him from the May 2006 Vanity Fair:

In the early '90s, a man named Joe Andes began showing up in the bar at the Pierre, Manhattan’s famously posh hotel on the corner of Fifth Avenue and East 61st Street. Joe liked the crowd at the Café Pierre, but the real draw for him was Kathleen Landis, the dimpled, piano-playing house chanteuse who still entertains there five nights a week. Joe was a five-nights-a-week man as well, always seated at the same round table with a front view of the baby grand and a back view of Landis. He drank only champagne and never alone. His usual brand was Veuve Clicquot. On most nights, he casually ordered a bottle, which always appeared with two champagne glasses—one for himself, the other for Landis.
 
Even by the standards of café society, Joe cut a noticeably soigné figure in his classic, British-made Chester Barrie suits and bold shirts and ties from Turnbull & Asser. The clothes went well with his English accent and late-period Sean Connery salt-and-pepper beard. He looked so distinguished and was so free with the bubbly that the Café Pierre crowd, Landis included, at first had him pegged as one of the “legal employers”—the tycoons who actually live at the Pierre in stupendously high-end co-op apartments.

The Café Pierre was way off about Joe, or so it decided after some probing. If no one was brave enough to ask him where he lived, quite a few people asked him what he did for a living.
 
Holding his glass of champagne by the stem, Joe would say simply, “I sell potato peelers.”