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This is no fiction.
12 weeks or 10 weeks ago, I can’t really recall the exact month and date, but this incident transpired within that period. A male friend of mine had disclosed to me about a job opening in one of the reputable companies in Accra, Ghana. He, my friend, works in the mother company. They were looking forward to launching and opening a subsidiary company somewhere October ending or the first week in November in another city, Kumasi-Ghana(One of the largest metropolitan cities in Ghana). They were strictly employing people by “who-you-know- Or who-knows-you method”- Just incase you are at sea to what this slang means, it simply means someone recommending you on a job. I was happy about this new development, immensely happy. Flashback to my last two post on “As I Dey Grow Up”, last eight lines to the climax, I talked about the number of jobs interviews I had graced, either a six or seven(I lost track counting), how they were all futile and how weary and depressed I was beginning to feel. It was an emotionally and mentally draining experience for me. When my friend told me about this job opening and the 99.9% possibility of getting this one, my soul beamed with happiness. You know the best part about this new development? Guess? Guess? Come on, guess? The salary was quite lucrative! I didn’t just use the word “quite” right? No, it was lucrative! I would like to divulge the figure for future reference sake. He stated that, our monthly net salary not gross was 300 dollars, converting it into our local currency, estimatedly, 1200Ghana cedis which comes along with some commissions and incentives for the role of call center communication. Well, this figure might sound small to some of y’all but it was a good head start for me. In my head, I had already started making plans on how much I was going to save monthly to help me further my education, how much I was going to send home monthly to my little siblings, it was an estimable feeling. “Finally, this was my breakthrough, everything was going to fall into place.” I said to myself. Amused with my own thoughts, I smiled. If only I knew….
A day was scheduled for the interview. I came through looking all smart and intelligent not to blow my own horns, but I had prepared thoroughly for this. Coming through in my high waisted office skirt designed with a black and white stripes, a short white sleeve shirt neatly pressed, with my matching brown heels and handbag, I arrived on the interview premises 30minutes earlier to my scheduled time of appointment. I hovered around till my scheduled time was due. Within 5-10 minutes, I was through with my interview, walked out from the HR office confidently and hoping for some good news. If only I knew..
Later on that same evening, my male friend told me about the lasting impression I made on the HR and looked forward to seeing me in the last session of badge of interview for people who made it through the first phase. Luckily, I was part of them. If only I knew…
Fast forward to a week later, the last round of interview was organized. Making it through this round, means you’re getting the job! Wait, hold on, I forgot something vital, you remember the first phase of the interview right? I forgot to mention I made a new friend called Nicole. A friend had also told her about the job opening. We exchanged contacts, a few words and that’s how we became friends. Luckily, she also made it to through to the last round of interview. We even attended the last session of interview together in each other’s company. Now, back to where I left off. After the last round of interview, we promised to stay in-touch and update each other on any improvement that occurs which pertains the job. If only I knew…
Fast forward to a week later after the last round of interview, according to the HR, we were going to receive feedbacks from them in a weeks time. It’s been a week now, no text message, no missed call, no email, nothing. My heart skipped a beat. Was beginning to feel anxious. So, I texted Nicole to find out from her if she had received any feedback from them yet. She was negative, but she assured me I shouldn’t stress and if I remember, the HR said there’s a likely probability everyone that made it through to the final stage will be employed. Remembering those words, it calmed down my anxious nerves. I even had to text my male friend again for reassurance and he was positive I was getting this job. If only I knew….
Fast forward to the second week, I was happily and busily having a video shoot on a bright Saturday morning. I didn’t see this coming. No! Out of the blues, my friend, Nicole, texted me saying she got the job. They texted her some few minutes ago. You know how hard this message hit me? I was shaken! Wait, what? I checked my mail, my other phone to see if I probably missed a call from them, my messages, nothing! I switched off my phone to refresh my network, thinking maybe they sent me a message and my network got jammed, yet nothing! Oh my! This isn’t happening to me right? Right? If there’s one thing I know about myself, I don’t know how to handle disappointment and hurt from people(Working on it) That’s when it hit me right like a blow in the head, I DIDN’T GET THE JOB! Oh my, oh my. What and how was I going to tell my dad? My mum? Little siblings? How was I going to explain to them i didn’t get the job? You might think I am being dramatic but I desperately needed this job! I felt like a joke! No, no, This isn’t happening. I would like to use the word traumatized but I don’t know if that’s the right word to use. All of a sudden, my mind became fixated on all the disappointments that had come my way this year. It’s played like a video. How I walked out from the shooting scene? I don’t know. I cried my heart out. Yeah, right, I did. I’ve had enough! I said to myself. Everything I had planned on came shattering down. What’s there to live for? I was broken. Man, I really was broken and suicide felt like the best option as at then. Re-energized with my new thoughts, I came out from where I was hiding, walked out, my eyes filled with tears which won’t stop flowing. Where and how this new designated mission was going to be done, I didn’t know. But I did know, everything was going to be over soon. I was ready for it. Coincidentally, whiles I was walking on the sidewalk, I bumped into my director. I think someone saw me and brought it to his attention. Whatever he had said that talked me out of it, I don’t remember but I was still alive the next day. Alive, not living, Just existing. There was this part of me that still hoped some good news will come along. Hours turn into day, days into weeks, yet nothing positive. I was disconnected from everyone, even myself. Strangely, how I had manage to survive that, I didn’t know, but I was still here.
Now, this is the best part of the story.
On 28th September, Nicole texted me to check up on me. We exchanged a few words and I couldn’t even wait to ask her the upmost question on my mind, to find out from her if she has moved from the city already? If she has started working? How she was getting along with her coworkers? When I asked her, she said No, she dropped it. Everyone did. And I’m like; wait, what? What? You did what? Who drops a job of that salary? Not forgetting, getting a good job these days was quite difficult. Then she dropped the bomb “They were going to pay them 491.00 Ghana cedis for the position of a retail officers! 491.00? Wasn’t even half of the initial amount! Jesus Christ! I was shocked.
Wasn’t it this same job I almost committed.. well, never mind.
Now, I look back and maybe, just maybe, I am glad I didn’t take that decision.