Since I just got rejected from at least 20 summer internships, I decided to make this modification to the Lavos copypasta:
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my internship hunt, this search rewards blind luck and nepotism, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by HR with them changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the interview as to start times, getting rejected this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My resume was superior, my interview was superior, and I didn't get the job, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
I am done with applying to internships, and you won't get a fond farewell. This economy is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Companies used to have a kindred spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on greed and psychopathy from insecure executives that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of money. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that capitalism is a deeply flawed system and requires major overhauls to fix this malignant issue. I would make this the end, but my parents are still bugging me, and I would never disrespect their wishes, so I'll suffer through a few more applications for them.
One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my internship hunt, this search rewards blind luck and nepotism, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by HR with them changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the interview as to start times, getting rejected this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My resume was superior, my interview was superior, and I didn't get the job, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
I am done with applying to internships, and you won't get a fond farewell. This economy is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Companies used to have a kindred spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on greed and psychopathy from insecure executives that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of money. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that capitalism is a deeply flawed system and requires major overhauls to fix this malignant issue. I would make this the end, but my parents are still bugging me, and I would never disrespect their wishes, so I'll suffer through a few more applications for them.
One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.
