A couple years ago at Ragan.com, I deconstructed what I speculated was the worst cover letter ever. The overeager undergrad misspelled the company’s name, mischaracterized its industry and uttered successive groaners like this one, about her internship:
When I am given a task, I get it done better than expected. The men at the radio station referred to me as ‘Chicago’ and ‘sassy’—and never failed to give me stories that required contacting the hard-to-get sources. I always got them to talk, and I always got them to ‘spill it.’ Sassy, they said, is for the ability that I have when it comes to asking the ‘tough questions.’
I know: “pretty horrible,” right?
But even though I concealed the young fool’s name, I was vilified by many kind-hearted Ragan readers for attempting to teach a letter-writing lesson, as one reader put it, “at the expense of someone’s hope.”
Well I’ve learned my lesson.
So now that I’ve got my mitts on a cover letter that may be even worse than the one that put the “piss” in epistle, I won’t bother using it to teach any lessons.
I’ll just run the damn thing: