It’s my last day at Communispace, and I was charged with writing a blog post “reminiscing” about my summer. Truthfully, I’m not a very sentimental guy. I mean, sure, I cried at the end of Where the Red Fern Grows, and I’m never shy to express my love for the Red Sox, but other than that … well, it’s just not my thing.
Anyway, I pitched the idea of writing a haiku to sum things up here at Communispace. Everyone seemed on board, so I wrote the haiku equivalent of the Iliad. I’m talking a couple dozen haiku stanzas, full narrative voice. Good stuff, I thought. Certainly would have made my eighth grade English teacher proud.
But here’s the problem—I was told a haiku can only be one stanza. I fought against it (being an English major keeps me mainly in the loop on such pedantry), but I couldn’t get anyone to budge. So, I narrowed it down to this:
Three months, I was here:
Marketing summer intern.
Where did summer go?
It’s short, it’s sweet, and it’s open-ended. My time at Communispace flew by, and I mean that in the best way possible. Seems like only yesterday I walked in, found my seat, and immediately started working on stuff for our new website (which you should check out, if you haven’t already). But it’s over now, and I have to say, with all honesty, this was one of the best summer experiences of my life.
Now people will wax poetic about how their company is the greatest place in the world to work, but you have to believe that’s a lot of talk. At Communispace, when people preach—boy do they preach—they do it with sincerity.
While I don’t know if I’ll be back here next summer, I do know I won’t soon forget my experience here. It was a great summer and I’m happy to have been part of such a great company.