Rejected From Internship Novels & Stories

I thought, "is just a shadow of what I once was." Every time I open a job search site, the frustration comes back. The applications I sent never get a reply, and the interviews I expected to end in hope end in rejection. "Why is it so hard to find a job?" I asked myself, as if that question could change the situation.

he warned, his face etched with concern. "What can I possibly do? I need to leave this realm to reunite with Edward," I confessed, tightly clutching his hand. "Who is Edward? Is he the one you wish to be with?" Cassimir asked a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. "Yes, he's my second chance mate. My first mate rejected me, deeming me 'worthless trash' within our pack. I was adopted and now find myself an orphan," I admitted, the bitter memories resurfacing.

The place I’d gone to once, months ago, desperate for any kind of legitimate work. The memory hit me like a physical blow. The sterile lobby. The receptionist’s dismissive once-over of my cheap clothes. The HR manager who’d barely glanced at my fabricated resume before telling me they weren’t hiring for any positions suitable for “someone with my background.” He hadn’t said “stripper,” but he’d meant it. They’d shown me the door without a second thought. And now they were offering me an internship? A bitter laugh escaped me. It sounded harsh in the quiet kitchen. “Are you serious?”

It would be great if she could become a professional artist one day. At that time, I was really egotistical because I had won a lot of awards and achievements. When recruiters came to our university, I only attended interviews for the companies I liked. I was surprised when I got rejected, even though it was perfectly logical why. The counselor called me a number of times to ask about my internship, but I laughed it off. Meanwhile, I continued sending my resume to the company I liked. I told Miranda that I had studied finance for years. My only dream was to join this particular company so that I could become successful.

The thought of seeing one of my colleagues or my boss fills me with dread even though they probably don't know yet. Mrs. Morrison appears just as I'm about to turn away. One look at her face and I can tell that she knows. "My office, Miss Hart," she says. Miss Hart. Not Kerris. My heart is thumping as I follow her into the small back office. "I'm glad you stopped by early. I'm cancelling your internship," she says simply. "You can't work here anymore. It's been three months, so you've earned a letter. I will have that ready. You can pick it up on Monday. Use it to find another trainee program outside the pack or among humans."

After careful consideration, we have decided to move forward with other candidates. ‘We appreciate your interest, but your qualifications do not match our current needs.’ ‘Unfortunately, we cannot offer you a position at this time.’ I read each rejection twice, then three times. Waiting for the disappointment to hit me the way it did when mid interview I was rejected, but the disappointment never came. I closed each email and moved to the next. Twelve applications. Ten rejections. Two that hadn't responded yet. How unfortunate could it get?

He knew that they would accept him so he was fully prepared to get the job done but it seems nothing will go as planned today. "We are very sorry but that post has been secured an hour ago,$ "we sincerely apologised sir but the interviewer had a flight to catch up with so he left early today," "We sincerely apologised sir but your credits isn't enough," "We are sorry sir but you aren't fit for the job," … " Damn it!" Rex cursed angrily as he walked out of the last company today and the 10th rejection in a whole. What's going on?! He roared angrily in his mind. Why the rejections?!

He was just going through the motions. "Who's Tiffany?" he asked as soon as he entered. Looking a bit confused, Tiffany slowly stepped forward. "That's me." "I've reviewed your proposal. It's excellent. You're a promising talent. I look forward to your future development." "Thank you, Mr. Chode!" Since when did plagiarists deserve compliments? "And who do we have here?" Johannes glanced at me with a puzzled expression and then turned to Garreth. "Here's what happened. This person didn't pass the internship because she caused rumors in the company regarding personal matters during her internship and failed to submit her proposal on time. She was making a scene," Garreth explained.

I still regretted giving him my estate funds to this very day. “You should eat too,” I said lightly. He blinked, looked away, pretending to search for the waiter. I didn’t care. My gaze dropped to my phone, a message blinked on the screen: [Dear Applicant, after careful consideration, we regret to inform you that your application has been rejected. This decision is not based on your skills or experience, but due to other factors.] I exhaled slowly. I remembered this. I hadn’t gotten the job last time either. I only reapplied to see if fate had changed.

Instead, I smiled like always and said, "Morning, Mom! Off to work!" But inside, I was anything but calm. What I didn't expect was— The first interview barely started before the hiring manager took a call, went pale, and said, "Sorry, we're no longer hiring." The second company canceled on me the moment I arrived. "The HR manager had an emergency," they said. The third. The fourth. Each had a different excuse. But the result was the same—rejection. At first, I told myself it was bad luck. A coincidence.