So I went for a job interview/test today at a manufacturing company and a very hilarious/scary scene played out before me.

I woke up in the morning and my head was banging like a 2 by 2 plywood was hit on it. Even the panadol I took did nothing to relieve me - the headache was dancing 'skelewu' around it.

When I got to the company and after normal security checks for invitations, I went in and saw others that were also invited. I realized that I was the last person to come in 'cos no other person came after me.

I did a head count and we were 20 persons - 13 guys and 7 ladies. And yeah, the 'chicks' were fine like hell.

I wasn't in any mood to 'chyke' any girl because of my headache, so I went on 'lock-up' mode, after all I came for a job test not to scoop girls. Other sharp guys were already in intimated conversations with some of the ladies.

Not too long after I came in, two men came and ushered us into a conference room. 'Damn, this is what I call a 5-star conference room', I thought.

The conference room was so posh and it's air conditioning could freeze ones brains out. The setting of the company was pristine, with everywhere looking so upper class. I never knew there were companies like that in Nigeria apart from oil companies. I even saw an 'ATM plaza' in the company! Imagine! I told myself I was going to get a job in that company whether the devil was comfortable with it or not.

After pep talks and collecting our CV's, the two men began distributing the test questions. There were 30 questions in all and we were to answer them in 1 hour. It was boldly written on it. 'Wow, very organized coy', I thought.

Looking at the questions, I was shocked! I knew the answers to some questions, I forgot the answers to some, I could manipulate some, but there were some I just didn't know!

I raised my head and realized the two men were no more in the conference room and the door was shut. The whole room was silent. I guess the others realized it at that same point, 'cos they began raising their heads and the guys that already had rapports with some of the ladies, in wanting to be 'caring', began asking the ladies if they could answer the questions and that if they didn't know any, they should simply ask.

Moments later, different talks began flying around in whispers: 'Do you know the answer to number 13?' 'I thought it's supposed to be on quantitative analysis.' 'No, it's qualitative analysis.' 'How do convert that value to inches?' 'Jeez, I've forgotten that formular'. 'I think it's height times r square'. 'Are you sure?' 'I can't remember exactly, but it should be something like that.'

I was still on 'lock-up' mode so I didn't talk to anyone. I just concentrated on my test while listening to words flying around, hoping that the answers to the ones I didn't know would drop.

I also wondered why we were left without supervision. 'Or was there a camera in here?', I thought. I looked around and saw a contraption in the ceiling, blinking a red light. It definitely didn't look like a camera!

We've already spent 30minutes. I had answered about 15 questions - the ones I was sure of. I looked around and saw some guys browsing on their phones, obviously checking the answers online. And being 'good guys', they were dishing out answers to some ladies too. 'Damn you PHCN!', I thought. I had already answered the questions I knew. I should have checked the others online and gotten the answers easily. I would have even had the opportunity to confirm the ones I had already answered. The battery in my phone was flat!

The lady sitting beside me was feeding off answers from the guy beside her. I was about asking her if she had answered (or 'obtained' the answer) to question 22 when the two men who issued the test walked in with 4 fierce looking security officers.

'You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, stand up!' One of them barked out. I was shocked! 8 persons were asked to stand up and I was among the 'yous'. And to think I didn't talk to or with anyone and I didn't cheat in any way, I was beginning to get angry.

The next words I heard were a relieve. 'The rest of you, drop your scripts and get out! Your test is over!'



Jeez, so they watching us after all! Some began begging, especially the ladies, but the sight of the fierce officers man-handling one of the guys that wanted to protest their action did something to calm their nerves.

Few minutes later, the conference room was quiet again. One of the men told us we had 15 minutes more and they left almost immediately. We were 6 guys and 2 ladies left. When they left, I looked around and everyone concentrated on his or her work. I was already done with the ones I knew and manipulated the ones I could.

Exactly 15minutes later, the men came and collected our scripts and told us they would get back to us.

I did my best. I pray I scale through, but I learnt a very vital lesson which other job seekers too could learn. I'm not going to mention the lessons. Decipher it yourself.

Lest I forget, try watching the movie 'THE EXAM' if you've not already done so.

Dioxidane

cc: Igwe Lalastica

hmmm! Serious but sound like u were tellin us interesting story?

But i truly got the message!

DaPhilosopher:
hmmm! Serious but sound like u were tellin us interesting story?

But i truly got the message!

Lolz... Na story wey happen today na...

na God catch dem


guys go dey find babe for interview or exam wat for


its so stupid sha

I wish u well bro

very interesting, especially this part...
'You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, stand up!'

'THE EXAM' dats a movie for every job seeker

Obviously this was a graduate trainee position. Going by the analysis and the introduction of test.

This explains why I believe the 12 candidates were just plain immature. Children seeking jobs.

Who does that? Who ask questions at interviews or I mean asks for help?

Lessons:

1) When in a formal environment, remain formal (Keep your d.icks in your pocket)
2) Even if you would ask for help, put your brain to work and judge the whole set-up.
3) Prepare well. Those who make it in life do not make it by chance.
4) Ladies should put their brains to work. It's not always about high heels, mascara and lip gloss.
5) DO NOT CARE IF PEOPLE TAG YOU AS INSENSITIVE. HAVE YOUR EYES ON THE PRIZE.

All the best to all of us.

Op, this story is fabricated.

prelinctus:
Op, this story is fabricated.

You think so? Which part?

Nice story

Hmmmmmmm.....nnkan mbe

better than Nollywood. #suspense.........But let's be realistic, chukwuli for job test? Who does that?

I learnt something bro, wish you all the best. The drama would be complete if you land the job!!

gsleek:
better than Nollywood. #suspense.........But let's be realistic, chukwuli for job test? Who does that?

Dude, seriously @bolded?? You never jam be that...

obinna2nv:
I learnt something bro, wish you all the best. The drama would be complete if you land the job!!

Thanks bro...

Nice story you wrote there so I'm wondering if it's fictional or non-fictional

timilehing:
Nice story you wrote there so I'm wondering if it's fictional or non-fictional

It actually happened yesterday...

Dioxidane:

It actually happened yesterday...

Where?

timilehing:
Where?

LolzzZ... You expect me to reveal the name of the coy... Naa, I'll pass... Call it fiction if you like...

where can I find THE EXAM. - -? AND WHY IS THIS NOT ON FP?

hmmm

Nice story and lesson well learnt. Good luck to u brotherly.

Toeyean1507:
'THE EXAM' dats a movie for every job seeker

Where can I get it pls?

lol

hmmmm okay








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