the time is 3:40 as i begin to write this.
i resumed training at one at the school of one of the foremost institutions in Nigeria - and yea, you probably thinkin' that's not work, abi? well, me too oh. at least that what was i was telling all my friends who kept callin', textin', pingin' and all, to say congrats (after first attacking moi for not tellin' them personally; how they felt severely slighted at this affront - "imagine me hearing from another person?" they say, this other person's probably my mum; ma personal town-crier, hehe, love her to bits!). so, i tell my people its not really a job, that's why i didn't tell them yet, you know, its just training and most of them reply, would you be training if you are not getting employed? and then the cat steals my tongue, the palm wringin' ensues and i apologize my life out. so, that explains why the title reads first day at work - I'm in trainin' school though.
this post has to be a short - hopefully, i can achieve that. look up at the first line of this post, see the time? i just woke up since 6:45pm or thereabout last evening - i couldn't even watch the derby between City & Utd. 1st thing i did though when i woke up, was check the scores - is an end to football dominance in sight? Barca, now Man U? i support tottenham hotspurs by the way.
omo (pronounced uh-moh; Nigerian slang, usually used before sayin' something you find sad, extraordinary, nice etc.), day one was stressful, an exact example of what the whole trainin' gon be (9 -10 hours daily). felt like them 6, or is it 7, 8 tasks of Hercules. as in, half the time, i was thinking of how to get a subscription for red bull and some glucose d! and the facilitators kept emphasizing how they were gon push us to our limits by all standards and at some point, a picture of a drill sergeant was on the board - i literally got the picture!
wish i could get into a full description of everything, but then we underwent some paperwork, and although Pops, who's a barrister, went through them with a magnifying glass, i don't think we'd have much of a chance if i landed in court against such an organization on confidentiality or such issues so, lips sealed.
i can tell you some interesting things though. a dude was concerned about his sex life, you know, in relation to the stress we gon be gettin' - and said he didn't fancy the thought of 'missing in action'. after laughing hard, all i could think of was the Chuck Norris movie. he then proceeded on some lewd talk, pointing out a girl, saying she had the biggest behind, i asked if he had really looked at all the behinds in the class and come up with a winner, got a punch in reply. then another guy pulls his chair over and goes "the guys in this class are way cuter than the girls", another round of laughter for me, this time I'm thinking how easy it is for people to spill their thoughts to total strangers - especially one with a welcoming personality such as mine (the ladies don't seem to think so sha, its usually i spilling the 'secrets' and walking over). i mean, people can talk sha! so i spoke with more dudes, as they joined the group, weighing them out etc.
the ladies. well, i love the ladies. so, like that dude from the prior paragraph said, there was a great imbalance in the sexes and i was greatly saddened by that fact oh, i no go lie - i just didn't say it out. so a consensus was reached that we probably just had one lady, whose beauty we could all behold - target sighted. now, target sighted is gotta change to target acquired so I'm already gearin' up for some recon and stuff. i mean, i went in yesterday on my Patrick Jane swag ( a three piece suit. it got me just 2 compliments; 1 male, 1 female, but all others were stealin' looks - arrogant people, hehe). this African queen sat on the very 1st row and that's gonna present some challenges 'cause you see, I'm humbly a perpetual back 'bencher'. but then, the board wasn't too clear sef, plus i use recommended glasses, who knows? a relocation to the front may be quite imminent - we can never say with these things really.
final word, i said this post had to be short. I'm really grateful to God for the job - i probably should get on a pulpit and give my first ever testimony. i mean, I'd been home for seven months and this job was sorta the last option initially, you know. i had international firms i was chasin', refusin' to go for masters in Sept, Pops said to apply again in Jan; i refused, did 2 final interviews and these companies still yet to get back to me - your boy was beginning to get bothered yo, maybe i shoulda gone for that MSc, earn some change on the side, and pounce when sales happen, i was beginning to think and then, this one clicked! while i know a couple of friends who got employed immediately after service, i know people who were unemployed for years - so i praise him. i still hope for the oil and gas job, hehe, a biz on the side but this, is a start so still, I'm thankful. finally, the parents can stop the allowance (not anytime soon sha but, its close), your boy can begin to turn those lofty dreams to projects, a career - all the good stuff. its God people, its God.
i resumed training at one at the school of one of the foremost institutions in Nigeria - and yea, you probably thinkin' that's not work, abi? well, me too oh. at least that what was i was telling all my friends who kept callin', textin', pingin' and all, to say congrats (after first attacking moi for not tellin' them personally; how they felt severely slighted at this affront - "imagine me hearing from another person?" they say, this other person's probably my mum; ma personal town-crier, hehe, love her to bits!). so, i tell my people its not really a job, that's why i didn't tell them yet, you know, its just training and most of them reply, would you be training if you are not getting employed? and then the cat steals my tongue, the palm wringin' ensues and i apologize my life out. so, that explains why the title reads first day at work - I'm in trainin' school though.
this post has to be a short - hopefully, i can achieve that. look up at the first line of this post, see the time? i just woke up since 6:45pm or thereabout last evening - i couldn't even watch the derby between City & Utd. 1st thing i did though when i woke up, was check the scores - is an end to football dominance in sight? Barca, now Man U? i support tottenham hotspurs by the way.
omo (pronounced uh-moh; Nigerian slang, usually used before sayin' something you find sad, extraordinary, nice etc.), day one was stressful, an exact example of what the whole trainin' gon be (9 -10 hours daily). felt like them 6, or is it 7, 8 tasks of Hercules. as in, half the time, i was thinking of how to get a subscription for red bull and some glucose d! and the facilitators kept emphasizing how they were gon push us to our limits by all standards and at some point, a picture of a drill sergeant was on the board - i literally got the picture!
wish i could get into a full description of everything, but then we underwent some paperwork, and although Pops, who's a barrister, went through them with a magnifying glass, i don't think we'd have much of a chance if i landed in court against such an organization on confidentiality or such issues so, lips sealed.
i can tell you some interesting things though. a dude was concerned about his sex life, you know, in relation to the stress we gon be gettin' - and said he didn't fancy the thought of 'missing in action'. after laughing hard, all i could think of was the Chuck Norris movie. he then proceeded on some lewd talk, pointing out a girl, saying she had the biggest behind, i asked if he had really looked at all the behinds in the class and come up with a winner, got a punch in reply. then another guy pulls his chair over and goes "the guys in this class are way cuter than the girls", another round of laughter for me, this time I'm thinking how easy it is for people to spill their thoughts to total strangers - especially one with a welcoming personality such as mine (the ladies don't seem to think so sha, its usually i spilling the 'secrets' and walking over). i mean, people can talk sha! so i spoke with more dudes, as they joined the group, weighing them out etc.
the ladies. well, i love the ladies. so, like that dude from the prior paragraph said, there was a great imbalance in the sexes and i was greatly saddened by that fact oh, i no go lie - i just didn't say it out. so a consensus was reached that we probably just had one lady, whose beauty we could all behold - target sighted. now, target sighted is gotta change to target acquired so I'm already gearin' up for some recon and stuff. i mean, i went in yesterday on my Patrick Jane swag ( a three piece suit. it got me just 2 compliments; 1 male, 1 female, but all others were stealin' looks - arrogant people, hehe). this African queen sat on the very 1st row and that's gonna present some challenges 'cause you see, I'm humbly a perpetual back 'bencher'. but then, the board wasn't too clear sef, plus i use recommended glasses, who knows? a relocation to the front may be quite imminent - we can never say with these things really.
final word, i said this post had to be short. I'm really grateful to God for the job - i probably should get on a pulpit and give my first ever testimony. i mean, I'd been home for seven months and this job was sorta the last option initially, you know. i had international firms i was chasin', refusin' to go for masters in Sept, Pops said to apply again in Jan; i refused, did 2 final interviews and these companies still yet to get back to me - your boy was beginning to get bothered yo, maybe i shoulda gone for that MSc, earn some change on the side, and pounce when sales happen, i was beginning to think and then, this one clicked! while i know a couple of friends who got employed immediately after service, i know people who were unemployed for years - so i praise him. i still hope for the oil and gas job, hehe, a biz on the side but this, is a start so still, I'm thankful. finally, the parents can stop the allowance (not anytime soon sha but, its close), your boy can begin to turn those lofty dreams to projects, a career - all the good stuff. its God people, its God.
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