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Donna Vs Scottie

I was this close to missing my Tuesday blog post. Doh o to those who expected a post all day. E ma binu. I have actually written this post like 6 times (in my head). Add a crazy yesterday and a very funny today + a bad leg + internet connection wey dey act funny. But no weapon formed or fashioned against this post shall…… I no talk anytin.

That said Ifed and I had an “argument” over the weekend hence the title of this post. Donna Vs Scottie. For the #Suits fans. And even if you no like am sef. Let me break it down.

Scottie

  1. Harvard Grad
  2. Lawyer
  3. Kinda petite
  4. Good looking Brit

Donna

  1. Secretary
  2. Tall (or maybe the heels to help sha)
  3. Attractive
  4. Smart American

Ok I am just listing 4 “points” ehn. Donna works with Harvey as his secretary. She knows him like when you talk say someone know pesin. They have had a fling.  What else? Scottie is the babe Harvey likes. Known each other since Harvard. She has been in and out of Harvey’s love life. I know you can’t make a judgment on based on these ehn so please download Suits and watch. Anywayz I did a poll at work and most people seem to prefer Scottie because she is his “class”. Not because they are compatible. Or they love each other. Or what are the reasons people date these days? Harvey should be with Scottie because she is his class. Seriously? Funny reason to be with someone. Because he/she is your class…

However, Donna and Harvey is errrr. They work together. Dating your boss is a no-no from here; office romance in its entirety. But since I favour Donna, she has to leave to be able to date him ba? Bet, how would Harvey survive without Donna at work? Decisions, decision. Would Harvey prefer Donna in his work life or his personal life? Would you rather have that person you wanna be with at work or at home? Moving on.

Whew. Who has fun during the last holiday? I sure did. You wey God used to breathe life into my “social life” during the last week, e se pupo. Beach tins, Fifa tins…. You know yourself. Now back to a practically non-existent social life. I need help ko?

It is officially countdown to THE BIRTHDAY. FIVE WEEKS BAYBY…. KENT WAIT. Competition starts next week. Still don’t know what form or shape it would take though. And yes, you are not eligible. Once again, you know yourself. If you beg me sha, I fit change my mind.

Is it worth downloading BBM for Android?

This Papa Pope issue. Am I the only one who is worried? #Scandal

A friend made this comment earlier today which I thought to share

“Sometimes I wonder whether it is more difficult for guys or girls to find ‘the one’”

True? I woulda said either ways but then tis the guy doing the finding ba? What ya think?

Tales of a banker

*opens window* looks out…. Nobody in sight. *sad face* Heads to the door. *opens door*. Cameras flashing…  *Deronk smiles* Psyches right? Hello world…

Your favourite blogger is back… More psyches. Oh well, ya all know I am a drama queen.

So yeah sorry for the very long break. In 2 days I have been accused of abandoning my blog twice. Not intentional. Blame it on the job. Yeah. Not sure I mentioned that I changed jobs. Or well, I got a job. The other was a temp thingy. So started in June and it has been a ball. Except the few times I had to work all through the night… YES!!! Slept (not sleeping in the real sense though) at work. And yeah, the late hours, and the forgetting to update my blog and the not being able to see people and…. Ok it ends there. Asides all of that, seriously, it has been FUN!!!!! I tend to lose track of time most times.  However, I know that as interesting as it is, it aint sustainable. So dear babes is still job hunting….

Tis wedding season again. Ya all remember my 2 brides? Yep! One got married yesterday. In Abuja. Sadly I couldn’t go. Went to Ibadan for another wedding. I kent stop loving weddings. God help me. Blame it on the job again. I couldn’t organize a bridal shower for her. *sad face*Well, bride 2’s is this Saturday. WE LOCKING IT DOWN FROM FRIDAY NIGHT. I hope we get any sleep before the wedding. EVERYBODY IS GONNA BE IN TOWN. Excited much. Couldn’t organize a shower for her too. So we doing our “parry” this Friday.

Interesting conversation I had a few days ago in my father’s house. A church member comes to ours with his family. I open up for them and this conversation happened.

Son 2: Do you live in this house?

Me: (in my head) Nah. (I say instead with a smile) Yes

Son 2: No you don’t. I have never seen you before (and he gives me this “who is she, what is she doing here, daddy we should leave here now look).

Me: (in my head) bin ba kan omo yi niko nisin wa ni mo buro (If I knock this boy’s head now they would say I am wicked).

Made me take a step back sha. I have over time gone home and even relatives give me the “who are you” look. A lot of them figure out who I am because I look like my mum. And frankly it never bothered me. Who wants to know them too? Well, now I think I need to go home more often. Before someone slams the door of my father’s house because he/she doesn’t know me.

That said, life is balanced again. Football season has started. Yeah, you heard right, it is well with the world again. Ladies listen up!!!! Best time to have your wedding? Between June and first  week in August. Anytime before or after that, OYO. If your husband no show for the wedding, no bi him fault. iKid. Tempted to switch. Since I kent leave Arsenal, I can move to another league right? Bundesliga here I come…. To support Bayern (more like Pep) or Dortmund (Jurgen Klopp)? Yeah, I am stalking both coaches. Sombori help me….

By the way, whatever happened to Daniel Bedingfield? I was at work yesterday and “If you are not the one” jumped at me.  #nowdownloading *sigh*

Cheers people. Have a lovely week. I won’t be away this long again.

Musings and lessons learnt?

So here I am, putting down things that occurred to me during the week (some I already knew but they never hit me the way they did during the course of the week).

1. It matters what people say about you when you are gone. This Baroness Thatcher issue again. My knowledge of her for long was just that I knew she was once Prime Minister, the first female and yada yana. Well, asides the fact that I grew up being called Thatcher or Iron Lady. I just wonder, if she wasn’t firm/strict/unshaken (put your preferred English), would people talk about her the way they do? We are usually told, it doesn’t matter what people say/think about you. I think it does. That said, be rest assured, you cannot satisfy everybody. And not all people would say nice/good/positive (again if this doesn’t do you, put what your prefer) things about you. Above all, what matters is what heaven says about you.

2. I had a conversation with a friend some months back about singlehood (is there a word like that? Ok I have added it to the dictionary) and I asked if it ever occurred to her maybe she wasn’t meant to get married. As I expected, she got all so Christianise with the God forbid, Olorun maje, not my portion ish. Not like I blame her though. I completely forgot that conversation. Till worshipandswag’s post on destined to be single. And I just smiled. I am of the opinion that not everybody would get married (same way not everybody would have children). I believe the African culture places so much “importance” (note the quotes, marriage is important but not overtly important, at least not the way most people take it like their lives depend on it and if they don’t get married, their world aint ok) on marriage. Unnecessary importance and as such for a lot of people (especially women) it is inconceivable to think they would NEVER get married. A lot of us cannot just fathom it. Don’t get me wrong, it is completely and absolutely legitimate for any man or woman to desire to get married. Even God realised that man shouldn’t be alone and decided to give him a help, meet for him. I still believe though that contrary to what a lot of people believe, not everybody was created to get married.

3. A few of us were discussing before our church’s single fellowship yesterday (and somehow everybody else was what we term a matured single, asides me and the single fellowship leader who is very married) and this woman (the leader) was gisting us about when she had her marriage counselling. She said their counsellor told her that for a lot of people (once again, women especially), we go into marriages with a preconceived idea of what we want our marriages to be like (not that it is bad, but we all know the danger of unmet expectations right? I don’t need to dwell on that). She said we build towers, block on block, brick on brick and then make the man the roof. And then the shaking starts. He rocks it once, small cracks appear, we patch it. He rocks it the second time (now the cracks widen). We patch and glue and do all sorts. And then one day, the whole tower comes crumbling down, with the weight of the man (the roof) on the woman (or man, depends on who built the tower). Whatever happens after then, na only God fit save the pesin. Lesson is make God the roof. Your husband/wife would disappoint. There would be rocking but with Him at the top, all is well. The person you are most sensitive to is the easiest to disappoint you.

4. Never cease to appreciate your friends and family. I felt for so long I have stopped appreciating and thanking family members and friends. Like I always felt I needed to have a reason to say thank you to them. Well, I do know now, I don’t need a reason. For just putting up with me alone, it is enough to be thankful for. iJoke. I am the nicest person to be around. In my head. You don’t need a reason to appreciate people. So a VERY BIG THANK YOU to everybody who reads this blog, to friends, to family, to friends who are more than friends, to friends who have become family, to everybody. Thank you. E se pupo. And no, I am not dying.

5. I had a hair mishap this night. I was told mixing egg with some many tinz helps hair growth, strengthens your hair and all. And as I am on a hair growth journey, I decided to try it out. Got out of the bathroom to discover my hair was “glued” together. This wasn’t a “it is tangled” level. It was like someone poured glue on my head. After 30 seconds of freaking out (and having my sisters laugh their lives out), I rushed back in and started washing the life out of it. Well, lost quite a lot of hair sadly but not that bad. Lesson: when you wanna try such stunts, go to a salon and get someone to make the mix for you, that way, you have someone to sue if anything goes wrong. iKid. The main lesson is, it worked for Mimi no mean say e go work for Deronk. Ik does it that way no mean say the day Kc do am, e no go get K-leg. That said, I am scared I would wake up later in the day with no hair on my head. And no, I won’t upload pictures of me bald (if that ever happens). I love the egg mix smell though. Just doubt I am gonna try it again.

In other more interesting news, we have a gown. Lols. One of my “brides” has picked her gown. Really excited. Can’t put up pictures yet. You shall see it in a few months. However, how do I get bride B to get more serious about this planning.

In other other news, I see some people owe us some posts. If you owe us (blogsville, a few posts, raise your hands). Ok I see a couple of hands. One male, one female. Did I mention names? Be guided o.

In unrelated news (well, indulge me, no be news), you can never tell a person’s true character until you work (or walk) with them.

Happy Sunday people.

What’s good yo????

It has been a while I have logged in here. E ma binu (I am sorry). Trying to sort myself out as per job ish and all. Plus I also want my 100th post to coincide with this blog’s 2nd anniversary and as I am 2 posts shy of that, I gas watch how often I log in. Started “work” at an interior design company some 3 minutes from home on Monday. Well more like having a “somewhere to go to pending when you get a job” place. Grateful for elder sisters and brothers you can count on. The owner (I would call her and her husband my egbons) just called me up one morning to ask if I didn’t mind doing an internship till I get a job. Could I refuse? No. And am loving every bit.

Which brings me to the main reason for this post. Every wondered why recruiters/interviewers get upset and all during interviews? Well I had first hand experience yesterday. We are recruiting for a client service officer. Four ladies showed up yesterday for their interviews. Lady 1 cannot express herself, kept looking down. She was born in 1991. Lady 2, came in, was asked questions and she started laughing. Like seriously? We had to ask her to stop laughing. Then she started smiling. Ok, you say you have worked as a secretary and receptionist. How would the skills you got apply in this case. Madam is still smiling. Ok let us help her a bit. As a secretary, you interacted with people yeah? With the people skills you got, how would it help in this case? She still couldn’t answer. For like 10 minutes. Do you know what we do here? No answer. We had to ask her to leave. She was born in 1977. Lady 3 came in, immediately asked what the company was about, locations and some quick questions before her interview began. Fair enough. And lady 4? Forgot her CV at home. By then, I was definitely done. I mentioned the years of birth of the first 2 ladies yeah. Got me thinking. Is it safe to say that education in Nigeria started going down since the late 1970s?

Today, I was on the other side of the divide. I went for a test. It was a very laughable but serious experience. 3 out of 7 of us could construct sentences properly. In fact one of the others asked me “can you cut your eraser for me?” I had a blank stare at first. The last time I heard someone put cut and eraser especially with that accent was 10 years ago. You know those GCE exams where we were thrown to some village to write your papers surrounded by Ibadan gehs? Or when the same lady said (after 50 minutes) “I don’t know the time has gone”.

I am sorry but I had this disgusted look when I saw the people I was writing the test with. I felt bad though. That was all shades of wrong but I couldn’t help it. If you are applying for a post as an analyst and you can’t speak properly…. I shouldn’t have I know. After all the test was more of GMAT and you don’t need to speak Queen’s English to answer the Mathematics, Data Sufficiency and Logical reasoning bits. And I wonder at times what people read when they get mails. A mail is sent out to you asking you to bring your WAEC certificate right? You claim you don’t have a WAEC certificate so you bring your NECO certificate. However, the mail specified WAEC and you didn’t bother contacting the person who sent you the mail informing him/her that you had no WAEC certificate? Do we bother paying attention to things? Even the little things? Plus I don’t believe the “I don’t have a WAEC certificate story”. I believe if you did Secondary School in Nigeria, it is compulsory you write WAEC right? So how come you don’t have a WAEC certificate? Maybe it is just me sha.

In other news, I am no longer engaged neither am I married yet. Go figure. Not kissing, not telling. Case closed. Lips sealed. Loools. Don’t ask, won’t say.

I wonder why guys think once they see a female she has no idea how to operate a system nonetheless any other gadget. I was at the office yesterday and I ask the guy with the only system with internet connectivity if I could use the PC. Dude decides to take me through how to send a mail. Yes you heard me. A MAIL. How to use webmail o. I was almost going to tell him “dude, aint nobody got time for that. I used webmail for 3 freaking years and would bloody teach you how to use a PC cause you don’t”. Today nko, I wanted to turn off the central speaker and all and he starts telling me “this is how you turn off an ipod”. Emi? Proud owner of an ipod, iphone and ipad. Ish… Yes I got Apple bragging rights. Next is a mac book. Am badt like that.

Stumbled on these pictures on instagram.

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Uhmmm if the colour pictures is true (which is though), I should have come as a guy. I no sabi all the tangerine and royal purple and all those colours you women say. Green is green. Blue is blue. I remember buying a shoe online. The colour? Petrol blue. Got me interested and decided to buy. When the shoe came, it was every shade of dark green. Nothing blue in it at all. *smh*. Or buying similar shades of shoes from three different stores. It was called stone in Dorothy Perkins, nude in Next and some other funny name in Newlook.

Anything till further notice in this post is my alter ego talking. Being single is wack ba? Ehn if you know who you want to be with, go and be with him/her na. Is it that hard? If you are a guy and and you like a babe, ask the geh na? Hian. Stop whining. Be a man. And if you are the babe, ask him out. Kapish. Ok. alter ego has logged out.

Finally. Whew you say ba? Na you sabi. Those who know me, know I love parties. Or better still, I love organizing parties. Especially weddings and all the parties before weddings. So you find me tweeting and liking anything that has to do weddings. My alter ego also plans weddings. Well, of all the pre wedding ish, I love bridal showers most and I have helped organize a couple and would def be organizing more. I really believe every woman deserves to have a lovely bridal shower. Like seriously beautiful shower. Like Ike (showerella) would say, “life is too short for boring parties”. So hopefully, my next post would be an article on showerella. Do yourself (and me) a favour and visit http://www.showerella.com, follow showerella on twitter, be friends on facebook (abi na like?), find her on pinterest and promote my sister’s business. By the way, my alter ego also has a bridal shower company where we stock party favours and help you organize your party. So bridesmaids, friends, maids of honour, sisters, sisters-in-law (you all know yourselves jo), contact my alter ego.

Ok final final, last one, please na. Last one. I have found someone with a “worse” surname. Worse in quotes o. I have a last name which is very feminine. So when people ask my name, I get questions like “which one is the name, which one is the surname”? Or they just shorten my surname assuming that is my first name. Well I met a Damola Detola (I sincerely hope she doesn’t see this because me I would deny). Figure out which is the first name and which is the last.

Sidenote: make una help me beg SingleNigerianMan to be my bff jare. He said he can’t be my bff. He doesn’t do fine gehs. Please help me tell him I AM NOT FINE na.

Tada

Full time house-wife

This post is a result of an “argument” in class and on twitter. A friend tweeted “I’m a full time house wife” like WTH? At what age? Mschew. And I replied through another friend’s account asking what was wrong with that. The result is a very long attack and counter attack on the issue. I have argued on this case (from the against angle) a zillion times. Ok, I exaggerate. But many times.

Truth be told, months back I looked at such people with disdain and couldn’t believe especially for the educated ones why any woman would go to school and then end up staying at home. At least, start a business. But after hearing a married woman with a business talk and seeing an aunt upclose, I can’t fault them.

I have heard arguments for and against and am still not convinced that those who decide to stay at home are any less than those who do a 9-5 job or should be looked down on. Taking care of the house and children is equally as much work as those who dress up every morning and go to work. Part of what the woman said was she saw her children and children of friends who decided not to work and she could spot the difference in both set of children. This def wasn’t failure on her part but according to her the difference was very clear. Same with my aunt’s children. Asides that, if the husband is the “before the children wake up am out of the house and back after they sleep kind of person” and he decides to ask his wife to stay home, I can’t fault such people.

For those who use the “I went to school, my father paid so much” argument, what if the man pays back all your father spent on you with interest plus a “monthly salary” after all part of your reasons for working is to make money? For some people, their children is their priority and they would do anything to ensure they are close to their family and are around for them everytime. Doesn’t make them less than those who decide to “work”. We just somehow in our minds classify somethings as work and some others are not work.

An idle mind argument too for me doesn’t hold water. I worked in a place for 3 years and I can say that for almost a year before I left, I practically didn’t do anything. In people’s minds I was “working” but I wasn’t. I was idle on all sides. God knows how many times I compared myself to those who stayed at home and how many times I considered just leaving the job and not doing anything. Took a while and God’s grace for me to snap out of it. And that’s from a very restless person. I ask what’s the difference between me then and say if I was married and I wasn’t “working” (work as people define it). Because I wore suit and left the house everyday, I wasn’t idle ba? Or the person who has a shop in Tejousho but spends the whole day gossiping? She is “working” because she has a business ba? What do we define as idle?

That said, I don’t think I can do it BUT I def don’t consider those who decide to stay at home and not do any form of business any less than I am. She stays at home, spends her time reading, writing books, doing what she loves is better than “going to work” and doing what she hates. Or working and the home is upside down. They have their reasons for doing that and they shouldn’t be condemned. Even if the person has a Masters degree and is 24 years or she is 40 years. Every family has their own percularities. Yes, I can argue about the financial consequences (especially) BUT everybody has a right to make whatever choice they decide to make.

Still waiting for an argument against stay-home mums that can make me change my mind because truth be told, a lot of us looking and talking about this aint even married. So we don’t even know what it is like when people decide to become full-time house wives. I know some people have just made up their minds from the very beginning never to work. Yeah, there are some like that since they were teens who have decided working isn’t for me. I want to stay at home. Some out of laziness. Some it could be cause of their experiences or upbringing. For whatever reason they decide. It is their choice.

Doesn’t mean

I don’t know why I woke up this morning in the mood to write. This is the second thingy am writing this morning. Thank God for my pens and books all around me. I quickly jotted this down and went back to sleep (covers face). This weather ehn, na God go help me.

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I love cooking

Doesn’t mean am going to make breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday.

I love children

Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna run away from them at times.

I love cleaning

Doesn’t mean I won’t make a mess since in a while and not clean.

I love working

Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna lay in bed 24 hours doing nothing once in a while (okay maybe more than once in a while).

I love being organized

Doesn’t mean you won’t meet me in a very disorganized state at times.

I love “love”

Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna run from it at times.

I love happy endings 

Doesn’t mean am not cynical at times.

I love singing

Doesn’t mean I have the best voice.

I am not perfect

I am just being me.

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Oh well, I don’t know what brought about the I am…. Doesn’t mean. Just woke up and started writing. And dozed off again. Lol… This weather please cooperate abeg…

By the way, I have the best voice EVER (in my head).

Now, time to be productive.

Tada