Monday, July 20, 2009

Pecten in the Sand Box

The spring was over and summer was on

Austin was hot and the streets had gone

Parched and shimmery. May was here and

When the pecten called, Denver was my new land.

 

The drive was long, through hills and dirt

El-Paso was mid-way and my back began to hurt

Miguel was happy that Le-Bron had scored

The one sec shot and Orlando was floored

 

The Mexican flag flutters nearby they said

We turned right and I-25 stretched ahead

We passed Santa Fe n other New Mexico sights

The 8 o clock horizon showed Denver city lights

 

The house was fine though the parking was tricky

And sleeping on someone else’s bed seemed icky

At first but exhaustion took its toll

Next it was 5 in the morn and I was all set to roll

 

Drive to Shell to short and swift

5th and 14th Stanford Place. Took the lift

to the front desk. “Hi I’ am the new intern in drillin”

Just a sec. Lemme fetch you manager Chris Hakulin

 

A tall, lanky Finnish gentleman came and said Hi

Took me around the floor and after a while I

Was sitting at my desk with million forms to complete

This is what they call on-boarding. Frikking Sweet!

 

By the end of the day I had met and known

Andrea Boock, Jose Santiago and Jess Malone

My buddies for the summer interning at Shell

For some reason I heard a voice ‘this is gonna be swell’!

 

A happy hour at Lodo’s or a dollar taco at Lime

Saturday mornings at Wash Park never realizing time

Flew swift. Hiking up the Rockies or Pike’s peak by cog

Weekends went snap and come Monday, the same ol’ jog


Studying directional tendencies in Pinedale

is my project and effectively it boils down to ‘all hail'

MS Excel. Some head and some toil later, I can

Now safely say that Peter Voser is the man!

 

HR is rarely praised but I would thank them now

Houston and New Orleans was just a tad short of wow

Watched LSU knock off Texas’s baseball crown

And made up for the grief by owning Houston Brown

 

24th floor room at W. Mississippi streamed the view

And for a strange fuzzy reason that night my heart beat anew

Bourbon St, Vampire Tour were merely some crazy means

Of enjoying the dark and soulful city of New Orleans

 

And while all the flights and hands of clock ran

Continental and United had a rather demonic plan

“Sir you can’t check in online” their moronic website says

Solamente porque su nombre es Jose Gomez

 

Back in the mile high town an untaken road

Was treaded. The power of ’10-9’ was showed

To the wise and all keen tech nerve centre of Shell et al.

I would have jumped on but the wagon was too frikking small

 

Engrossed in smart fields I kept time at bay

Shooting out 20 mails was my target for the day ;)

Nonetheless 6 weeks passed and I was half-way through

So much had been done so far and yet so much to do

 

The story remains unfinished. So much more to tell

This was but a blink in the intern-life at Shell

Few answers are still pending. A lot depends on the few

A promise to you my dear friends, I’ll get back to you. 

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