A woman took to Twitter to describe her participation in the career-exploration phase of a typical African adolescent. She indicated that she sought out a vacant office job and requested it. On the day she was supposed to be contacted, she was handed over to the CEO of the company.
And, in an odd fiction, a few days ago, an official demanded that I refer to a project as the civil mechanisms administrator of an organization (which I will not name). The interview was scheduled for 2 p.m. I went down, and I was supposed to get the C. E. O. for the exam. We spoke, and I told him about all the terms “individuals themselves” that come up in interviews.
To be optimistic, Oga mentioned that we need to make another record. The next one he ordered, and I went, he repeatedly drew me back to the first time, and it was the same conversation all over again. I was speaking with my veil on when he interrupted me and said, “You sound gorgeous.” I smiled and thanked him.
“Let me look at your face,” he said later as he lifted my veil, and he added, “charm, do you know you’re so lovely?” “. You have a lovely body, do you exercise?” And I said no, I said thank you sir, and I walked away. In my head, I thought it was a missed point, but I was hoping for something exceptional. “This conversation will stand like 4 or higher,” he proclaimed later
“You’d be my PA as well,” I was speechless. He set up another conference after much wrangling, this time at his Guesthouse. I even said OK in a polite way.
That was how I got home and got rid of the fictitious job. He called me several times and proposed that I come in, but I declined, and he told me that I was dysfunctional and unimportant. And if I had asked if the role was still open, I would have said no.
Oga requested again the next day, but I declined, that was the deciding factor. It was definitely making me second-guess myself. The explanation for this is that it is not accessible from this waye especially when you’re a woman looking for work.