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So I received a call for an ‘original interview’ and what happened? My alarm refused to raise an alarm. Well, it’s either that or it actually did raise an alarm but I was so lost in sleep to hear it ring.
Of all days to wake up late, it had to be today; let me explain my sleep pattern. I sleep quite late (2a.m late) and wake up early (5a.m early); was I always like that? Not exactly, I’ll explain further. Let’s just say that’s what you get for living in this particular part of the world; where I stay in Lagos, the power supply routine is like this: 9a.m-11a.m, 5p.m-8p.m, 12a.m-3a.m. this pattern is for days when PHCN (NEPA) chooses to make the world a better place for all to live in. some days, it’s just so pathetic.
My laptop’s battery got damaged so I practically have to work whenever power comes up, I guess this explains my sleeping by 2a.m. Well on this particular day, I chose not to work late so as to sleep early and wake up in time to prepare for my interview. Guess what happened, I became a victim of insomnia for that one night; couldn’t sleep till around 2a.m so I set my alarm for 3:30a.m just to provide me with enough time for ‘let me sleep small’ and eventually wake up by 4a.m, or so I thought.
That was how I woke up 6:30a.m; boy!! I never knew I could be so active. I hurriedly got prepared (to make matters worse, there was no power supply) and in less than 45 minutes, I found my way out of the house.
Now down to getting a bike to the bus-stop; after waiting impatiently, I finally got one and the conversation was like ‘se change wa’ (do you have change)? I told him I had a hundred naira and he zoomed off claiming not to have 50 naira change.
Considering my present situation, I could have told him to just drop me off and forget the change but the situation of the economy won’t allow for such charity donation.
I walked down and luckily for me, I got another bike who agreed to drop me (he had change too). You would begin to think all will go well once I got to the bus-stop; actually, all was meant to go well if I wasn’t engaged in an abusive relationship with Lagos traffic. If you are an impatient person, Lagos traffic will teach you the act of patience.
At first, I was all bothered about getting to my destination late for my interview but at some point I just had to tell myself ‘worrying or fidgeting won’t make this traffic congestion disappear; you’ll still end up getting there whenever you get there.
After the journey that took forever, I finally arrived at my destination; but not without a bike man charging me extra for my ignorance (that’s what bike men do when you have no clue where you’re going asides the address). On my arrival there, I felt like telling the bike man ‘is this where you charged me this much for?’ I guess I was just too exhausted to challenge him.
Guess what, I got to the interview venue 20 minutes after the scheduled time. You needed to see the big smile in my spirit when I realized my interviewer wasn’t even around yet. I waited for about 2 hours before she finally arrived; while waiting, I kept myself busy with my phone (till the battery got drained), I read (I always go out with at least one book), and I even dozed (took a stylish position though and I had my glasses on with a book in my hand, anyone would think I was reading)
After all is said and done, the interview was done with and did I get the job? Yes I did but this will be a story for another day.
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