Welcome back to “Mydetoxify” I had a slight problem last week which lead to the No post but its all good now.
For today’s post I had initially planned to rant and rave about the injustice of the Job hunt process but a very good friend of mine Wuyi Ayano wrote this piece that summed up a lot I thought. ENJOY!!
It had been 3 months after my NYSC when the reality of getting a job hit me and the worst part is how people who consider you for a job insinuate that ‘you need experience to gain experience’.
I was fed up because I never thought it will be this difficult considering the connections I assumed I had made. It was at the peak of my struggle that I came to the totally cliche conclusion that NOBODY REALLY CARES.
After a review of my situation ,I summoned my friends from school for what most people call a “re-union”; at least we were all job hunting and well, maybe we could help each other out. Apparently we all had connections we thought would be active by now, but after a long day between chats, laughs and thoughtful moments, we came to the same conclusion “NOBODY REALLY CARES”and decided to work together to make our parents proud as that is the aim of every child (I’m assuming).
It was mainly about applying for jobs, going for interviews, making relevant calls, getting small jobs and flexing (at least YOLO). I was the first to get a job based on a contract from my former Place of Primary Assignment (NYSC) and so I brought my friends in. We did the job and shared the pay equally. I had 3 more jobs from the same office and it was pretty amazing because we were back together having fun and never going broke (the good life don’t you agree?). This was already about 6months after my NYSC.
My friends were the kind of people I trusted fully considering the fact that we have been pretty close for over 5 years and so there was this level of trust I assumed we all had for each other.
It was a week after I got a call from my brother who had gotten a job for me in another state, which I turned down because he couldn’t get slots for my friends that I found out that two of my guys were already processing a job at the marine institute. Woow!
This broke me so bad I could think of nothing but what my brother said; ‘you better let go of your friends and stay sharp’, and how I turned that statement down.
I couldn’t bare the sight of them as anger and disappointment raged within me, fighting to be let loose upon the subjects in question. Thoughts of how stupidly carried away I had become, how I had wasted time, money and opportunities circled my brain and worse would be the look on my brother’s face when I tell him; “I told you so…” will be written all over his features. As a matter of fact my melancholic self had described my actions as fetching water from the well and pouring it into an ocean.
I was all cold and silent for about 2 days as they kept on asking what was wrong with me. Responses from my mouth never matched my thoughts and facial expressions as I was replying with statements like ‘I am fine, I no just dey feel myself’ but my those statements never worked simultaneously with my actions.
Before nightfall that same day, I had decided never to talk about it and to travel home the next day, when I suddenly changed my mind deciding to have it out before leaving. So I called them and told them I knew about the marine job and it was not fair that I wasn’t told. The first person’s response was more like a sincere apology; ‘no vex, I think say I tell you’ and the second guy continued with a statement that nailed everything; ‘everyman for himself o’.
Then my incomplete smile reminded me of the fact that NOBODY REALLY CARES and my so-called-friends were not an exception. This was my worse experience in life so far but my brain made a registration that day…c’est la vie!