Good morning beautiful people!!
No, I’m not dead… yet. I just chose to be quiet for a while because I had hoped that the next time you hear from me, I would have very good news. I didn’t wanna bore you with the same kinds of stories because I noticed that this was slowly becoming a job hunting website. But the truth is, that’s more or less what my life has been about recently- job hunting. So, here we go;
In the past two weeks, I’ve had THREE job interviews, two of which went very well. Let’s call them companies, A, B and C.
After the interviews, I got called back by A and B… C can like to jump in a lake for all I care. I had to take two tests for A; one test was easy, the other test made me question my educational history. It was hard as a mofo’…
Then I took three tests for B. All three tests went quite well. I guess I could’ve done better in some areas, but I consoled myself with the kind of competition I had. The lady who sat beside me (good looking, MSc holder who was writing the same test) asked me to please help her open Microsoft Word and PowerPoint. At first I burst out laughing cos I thought she was just kidding around to try and lighten the mood since we were all so tense… it was no joke people.
Anyway, A called me back. I got the call late Friday afternoon asking if I could come in and repeat the second test (the one in which I exhibited a staggering degree of illiteracy)… Imagine my excitement!! OF COURSE I could come in! She said she understood how late it was and actually gave me the option of taking my time and coming in on Monday to write it. But Monday felt too far away so I told her that I could be there within the hour…
I should’ve just taken my time like she suggested cos it was after I ended the call that I realized I had absolutely nothing to wear. All my decent “job interview” clothes were in the washing machine (I was still in my friend’s house then) and there was no way my favourite pair of “job interview pants” would dry before I was ready to leave the house. So, I had no choice but to wear an old pair of trousers that belonged to my friend. Now, my friend is much slimmer so it was a battle to squeeze into those pants. They were so tight, you could see the shape of my ovaries. I ended up looking like Wizkid (tight pants, low crotch) but with a nice blouse and nice heels. I had to make up and fix my hair in the cab on my way.
I got there with time to spare. Surprisingly, I was calm and quite confident… sitting in the lobby, watching CNN. Needless to say, the second time around I killed that test. One of the examiners looked over my shoulder and even used the word “Impressive”. Even though I could only take little steps (cos of how tight the pants were) I walked out of there happy and confident.
The whole time, I was thinking how proud you guys would be of me. I was already constructing a blog post in my head… telling you guys the embarrassing story of how I borrowed my friend’s tight pants, looking like a 70’s reject, and you guys would laugh about it and then I would finish the story by telling you that I got the job… and it would all be worth it. Then, I would even upload a picture of myself on my first day of work in my new office…
But alas! I still await the call…
Later that evening, B (the other company) called and asked me to come in for a final interview the next day (being Saturday). Of course my clothes had dried by then so I went for that interview looking much better. It didn’t matter how I looked because the interviewer literally broke me. It was a tough interview and at a point, the main interviewer flung my CV aside and said that I was boring him. I was sitting there confused as hell… No one had ever used the word “boring” to describe me before. Eventually, he said I had nothing to offer and asked me to leave. Before I left, I told him that if I didn’t have anything to offer, I wouldn’t have gotten to the final two candidates. It was down to just me and one other girl who has a Master’s degree and enough work experience.
I was almost out of the building when his secretary came after me and said that her boss requested that I wait in the reception. I had to wait for the other girl to be interviewed before going back in. When I entered the room, he asked why I smile a lot. I’m smiling because that’s the only thing I can do to you that wouldn’t get me life without parole, I thought. Instead, I told him that smiling would be better than crying… :’(
Anyway, he apologized for being so harsh the first time and we started the interview afresh. It was much better the second time. He said I was/am a very bright person, but then mentioned a few concerns he had about hiring me. In the end, they promised to get back to me.
But alas! I’m still waiting for the call… any call. Both of them are good companies, both of them serve free lunch.
I’m staying positive though.
My friends, especially David, complained that I’ve been quiet for too long… so I decided to just tell you the story so far. And I’ve also gotta wish you guys a Happy New Month! I’ll let you know as soon as the call comes through…
In the meantime, have a blessed August! 😀