The first month of the year is over and I cannot emphasize how much it sucked. The only highlights were this blog and the time I attended an old friend’s wedding. Apart from that, I didn’t get to cross out a single thing from my January to-do list!!
It was the same way in 2012- the months practically flew by and before I knew it, there were Christmas decorations all over the place and the year was over! The idiot who said that Life is short knew exactly what he was talking about. One minute you’re on the playground in nursery school, showing a four year old boy your knickers, and the next minute, you’re 30 years old, standing in your boss’ office, showing him your knickers and wondering where all the years went… 😉
One of the things on my list was to become the MD of an oil company. Maybe I was being a tad over-ambitious but we’re supposed to aim high right? Anyway, I saw vacancies for Mobile Dishwashers, Mammary-gland Displayers, Mof Dai-vers etc… all in “a reputable oil company”. There was nothing for Managing Director and as the month was nearing its end, I was becoming more and more desperate.
I got so desperate that I eventually decided to apply for a job that I would ordinarily not look twice at. It was the kind of job in which I would ultimately compromise myself in one way or the other. The interview (which was yesterday) went well as far as interviews go, but I was very unhappy.
Let me explain what I mean…
I graduated from Igbinedion University, Okada. I transferred there after I dropped out of Med school in Nsukka. It’s a really REALLY long story, but I’ll just say that I was young, naive, immature and I had no idea that hymens didn’t regenerate like the liver… so I got distracted, and after struggling through Med school for a few years, I finally dropped out. I even made up my mind to never do school again.
Meanwhile, family and friends tried to convince me to go back. They said I wouldn’t get far in life or get a good job with a decent salary without a degree. I wasn’t worried because I had plans to develop my skills in the fine art of roasting plantains. I was going to turn the bole business into a multi-million Cedes empire. With the way my mum and my younger brother eat plantain, I figured that the profits from sales to them alone would be enough to send my first kid to Harvard.
However, it took almost two years and countless burnt plantains before I went back to school. And that’s how I ended up in Okada. I hated the school from day one, but it was the chance I needed to redeem myself. I worked extremely hard cos there was nothing else to do. Most of the kids there were young enough to be my grand-kids so we didn’t have much in common and thus couldn’t “play” together. We had extremely different ideas of what “fun” meant.
In the end, I grew to love my school. I met some amazing kids and I had the best class mates. Plus I got my degree. But Okada girls have the worst reputation EVER. Personally, I don’t think they do anything that girls from other schools don’t do. I think the only difference between them is that Okada girls make no apologies… their escapades are less hidden which makes it easier for other people to point fingers and judge.
So, fast-forward to modern-day job hunting and you’ll see why occasionally I run into problems. There are some offices I walk into for an appointment and as soon as I hand over my CV, the recruiter looks at it, he notices the name of my school and it’s all over. I might as well have printed my resume out on a sheet of rizzler.
Some of them just think it quietly in their minds that I might be a marijuana-addicted, codeine-drinking bisexual master of all things oral. Others ask point blank if I have a velvet dress that might implicate them in future. If you protest too much and get defensive, you’re a ho’… if you don’t say anything and just ignore the insinuations, you’re a frigid ho’.
I was offered the job today, but I knew I had to turn it down so I did 🙁
We’re in February now and I’m still not an MD. I’m grateful for the gift of life as always but I’m pissed… too pissed to fake any positive “Happy New Month” feelings. You can check back tomorrow for an inspiring/encouraging post.