‘Twas the Night Before Christmas: Intern Style

Garland‘Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the house,
My computer wasn’t stirring, not even its mouse.
My resume was uploaded, into job boards with care.
For the spring and summer internships I soon would find there.

When from my pocket, there arose such a clatter,
I pulled out my iPhone to see what was the matter.
My email app; I touched the screen like a flash,
I opened the email praying my phone wouldn’t crash.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear…emails marked “New”.
From hiring managers saying “We want to interview you!”
More rapid than reindeer the emails, they came.
Excited, I whistled and shouted and called the recruiters by name!
(Well, I left voicemails… but called just the same).

Now research! Now soft skills! Now pressing my best suit!
On Tuesday! On Wednesday! On Thursday! On through next week!
To the interview I drove! To answer the call!
Ugh – in traffic I sat! “Drive away! Drive away all!”

So up to the office, to the lobby I flew.
With my folder full of resumes… and portfolio, too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the floor
The footsteps of someone, and the opening of a door.

And just as I began turning around,
Through the lobby the recruiter came with a bound.
She was dressed “office casual”, from her head to her toe.
And for the holidays her hair had a green and red bow.

In her hand she carried papers, in a big stack,
And with a smile she nodded and said, “come on back.”
The florescent lights in her office how they twinkled!
The office decor so merry.
On her desk were poinsettias, all red like a cherry.

She wore, as I mentioned, a red and green bow.
And the hair on her head was as white as the snow.
We spoke about my resume and about all my work,
We talked about the internship; then she turned to me with a jerk.

She folded her arms, then struck a thoughtful pose,
Toward me, she extended her hand as she rose.
I sprang to my feet, to my face came a smile.
At last, has my resume reached the top of the pile?

I heard her exclaim, though she almost did sing.
“Merry Christmas, my new intern… I’ll see you in the Spring.”

Our thanks to the classic holiday poem, “The Night Before Christmas.”




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