Rejected From Internship Novels & Stories

He’s going to break first. My internship is still a sore point in our relationship. That got worse when I found out that Jace cancelled my internship at Blackwood. It got even worse when I cancelled my internship at his company. I called Blackwood, and they told me they still have a spot for me, if I want it. It would be a great opportunity for my career. A place where I can work hard and prove myself. Not a place where I'm known to fuck myself to the top. So we came to a great solution.

I started returning to my apartment by saying goodbyes to my friends. I went to my apartment freshen up a bit, opened my laptop to do search for some more jobs in a writing position probably. While I'm opening a browser I got an email notification from Hamilton enterprises. I thought that it's as usual a rejection letter. But when I'm opened it, it says that I'm selected for the content writer internship for that company for 6months duration.

[Arella] "Sorry, but we don't find your qualifications suitable for our company. Please try somewhere else." I swallow thickly, the bitter taste of disappointment evident. Three weeks. I'd spent the last three weeks looking for a job everywhere, and I keep getting rejected. A master’s degree in accounting and experience with Ames Finances wasn’t suitable for a managerial position? That’s utter bullshit. I clench my fists as I step outside, the warm afternoon sun doing little to ease the chill of frustration creeping through me.

Olivia’s POV My knee bounced nervously under the table as Ms. Priya read through my rejection letter. Her forehead furrowed as her eyes scanned the contents of my letter. Technically, there was no need for a letter in the first place, since I had just finished my internship period and was waiting for the offer letter from Firebrand Marketing Incorporated. But, since Ms. Priya had kindly offered me a permanent position based on her word of mouth, I knew she deserved a proper letter stating that I wouldn’t be able to accept her offer.

sharp. It was a reminder for the internship I had managed to get after throwing my non-existent resume at every place that didn't require prior experience. Most of them ghosted me, and some had the decency to send the usual polite rejection emails, but one had actually called back. They had offered me a paid internship, nothing fancy really, just a trial run to see if I was a "good fit for the company." Translation; don't screw it up.

"I don't have a college degree." The gasps from the three of them are so audible. I already know I have failed the interview. Why the hell will West lie to me that I can be accepted as an intern with no qualification? "We are done with you." The last woman who didn't ask me any questions tells me there's irritation in her voice and on her face. I stare at them all for a long time before turning around to leave the office.

Clinical. “Penalty clause applies, sir. Full academic record is flagged. Internship invalidated. External placements affected.” My stomach dropped. “And internal recommendation?” Kael asked. “Withdrawn.” That was it. That was enough. I didn’t wait for the call to end. Didn’t wait for anything else. I walked straight to the desk. Picked up the files. Because I wasn’t stupid. Because I wasn’t going to let one incident— one accusation— one moment— destroy four years of work.

I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to look away. He must have sensed me because he stopped mid-punch, spinning around. We stared at each other across the gym. "Hi," I said stupidly. "Hi." He grabbed a towel, wiping his face. "Did you need something?" "Richard told me about the internship." "Oh. Right." "You recommended me?" Marcus shrugged, not quite meeting my eyes. "You're qualified. It would be a good opportunity." "Even after last night?" Now he looked at me. "Especially after last night."

I just shoved the gadget into her hand. “Oh my,” she slurred as she swiped through the message that sat on the screen. Then she moved, pulling me into a hug. “I'm so sorry, Maya.” She patted my back. This was the fifth rejection message I had received in my mailbox since the day I was at my Mom's. I didn't know what hurt most even now, the fact that these companies rejected my application without even scheduling an interview, or the fact that the messages were almost the same.