Chinum:


Lol @ recommendation. Everyone knows that her stories are fiction na.

I don't understand the guy o

olashas:

I don't understand the guy o

Naijasinglegirl:
I received an email invite for a management trainee position I applied with an Insurance Firm.
Even though I never heard of the company prior to my application, they had a standardised website so I was convinced it was genuine. According to their about page, they were based in Lekki and specialised in brokerage services.
I had mixed feelings when I arrived the venue because the premises of the address didn't depict the image of a corporate organisation and there was a guesthouse signpost at the gate rather than the name of the insurance firm. I didn't want my 5:30am- 3MB trip to be in vain so I asked a guy hovering around the security post if this was **** Insurance Brokerage Firm and he said no.
I hissed angrily and walked a considerable distance from the gate only for the security personnel to run after me to say I was in the right place if I was scheduled for an interview.
I demanded to know why the display of ignorance earlier but he apologised and led me through a dark staircase, inside a maze like building.
Well, I didn't want to end up as an ingredient for ritual purposes so I was reluctant to pass through a door he showed to me.
"You go in first!" I said to him.
"Haba! You dey fear?"
"You think I want to die because of a job? Why I am the only candidate for a so called massive graduate recruitment if this is real?"
He sighed and opened the door ajar and I saw seven people inside, one lady and six guys. The guys were wearing suit/tie and their christmas shoes as usual.
I don't mean to ridicule anyone but I have attended all manner of deadlock interviews that I'd rather wear a suit to a night club than waste it on an interview. Literally, give me a pyjamas and I'm good to go.

Inside the room, there were several white plastic chairs. My first instinct was, 'So this GNLD people have finally gotten a Lekki branch office for their scam lectures.' Nevertheless, I took my seat beside the lady and looked around the mini hall. There was a band set in one corner and JESUS IS LORD was boldly written on the four sides of wall.
The guys were studying interview past questions from their phones while the lady was fervently praying and speaking in tongues. I don't know if the church environment was responsible for her countenance or if her unemployment state was worse than mine but her prayers were intimidating so I bowed my head slightly and prayed aloud in my native language.
When I raised my head up, a guy came in and started distributing question booklets to us. Then he excused himself and said we had thirty minutes to answer all questions and they are CCTV cameras in the room so cheating was highly prohibited. This was a dark room with zero signs of electricity. *sigh*

Thanks to my mobile browser, I answered all questions correctly while other candidates, particularly the prayer warrior stared at me in reproach. The examiner returned for our booklets in exact thirty minutes and said he was going to call each of us for a one on one session in a short while, beginning from the ladies.

I was the first.

He took me to a haggard looking office downstairs where I met two other young guys. One was busying on a computer while the other one was eating ofada rice with beans. There was a large portrait on the wall and while I waited, I googled the name written on the photograph and found out he is the CEO of **** group of companies dealing in real estate, tourism, hospitality and the latest, the insurance business. Can you imagine?
I would later realise downstairs is a guesthouse, the left wing upstairs is a church, the right wing upstairs is a buka area and the left wing downstairs, the insurance office, all of which formed **** group of companies.
The first question I was asked after I introduced myself was how much value in Naira can I bring in a month if I am made a client officer. I said, "I thought this was a management trainee position."
The beans guys said no, that they are a one month old company, trying to grow their clientele base and the client officer died two weeks ago and the CEO demanded they replace him with three female client officers ASAP.
I was pissed at the fact that they made it seem like I applied with the death certificate of their late colleague. I said I can only answer that question when I know my salary details. He said N10000 for every one million naira I bring in and if I am able to hit that target weekly, N40000 is guaranteed compensation every month's end. I just grabbed my bag and thanked them for inviting me.

http://www.naijasinglegirl.com

hahahahahahahaha. U just turned d whole scenerio into a joke.

Naijasinglegirl:


He sighed and opened the door ajar and I saw seven people inside, one lady and six guys. The guys were wearing suit/tie and their christmas shoes as usual.
I don't mean to ridicule anyone but I have attended all manner of deadlock interviews that I'd rather wear a suit to a night club than waste it on an interview. Literally, give me a pyjamas and I'm good to go.

http://www.naijasinglegirl.com

The bolded got me rotfl Naijasinglegirl badtt oh..lol

It's sad though how these companies put graduates through hell and all sorts of 'Iranu abasha' just cos our government is too USELESS to provide jobs for the teeming graduates that gets churned out year after year..

Naijasinglegirl:
"while the other one was eating ofada rice with beans."

So you actually figured it was the Ofada type of rice... You sef ehn!

fiction... right!

Naijasinglegirl:
I received an email invite for a management trainee position I applied with an Insurance Firm.

Even though I never heard of the company prior to my application, they had a standardised website so I was convinced it was genuine. According to their about page, they were based in Lekki and specialised in brokerage services.

I had mixed feelings when I arrived the venue because the premises of the address didn't depict the image of a corporate organisation and there was a guesthouse signpost at the gate rather than the name of the insurance firm. I didn't want my 5:30am- 3MB trip to be in vain so I asked a guy hovering around the security post if this was **** Insurance Brokerage Firm and he said no.

I hissed angrily and walked a considerable distance from the gate only for the security personnel to run after me to say I was in the right place if I was scheduled for an interview.

I demanded to know why the display of ignorance earlier but he apologised and led me through a dark staircase, inside a maze like building.
Well, I didn't want to end up as an ingredient for ritual purposes so I was reluctant to pass through a door he showed to me.

"You go in first!" I said to him.

"Haba! You dey fear?"

"You think I want to die because of a job? Why I am the only candidate for a so called massive graduate recruitment if this is real?"

He sighed and opened the door ajar and I saw seven people inside, one lady and six guys. The guys were wearing suit/tie and their christmas shoes as usual.

I don't mean to ridicule anyone but I have attended all manner of deadlock interviews that I'd rather wear a suit to a night club than waste it on an interview. Literally, give me a pyjamas and I'm good to go.

Inside the room, there were several white plastic chairs. My first instinct was, 'So this GNLD people have finally gotten a Lekki branch office for their scam lectures.' Nevertheless, I took my seat beside the lady and looked around the mini hall. There was a band set in one corner and JESUS IS LORD was boldly written on the four sides of wall.

The guys were studying interview past questions from their phones while the lady was fervently praying and speaking in tongues. I don't know if the church environment was responsible for her countenance or if her unemployment state was worse than mine but her prayers were intimidating so I bowed my head slightly and prayed aloud in my native language.

When I raised my head up, a guy came in and started distributing question booklets to us. Then he excused himself and said we had thirty minutes to answer all questions and they are CCTV cameras in the room so cheating was highly prohibited. This was a dark room with zero signs of electricity. *sigh*

Thanks to my mobile browser, I answered all questions correctly while other candidates, particularly the prayer warrior stared at me in reproach. The examiner returned for our booklets in exact thirty minutes and said he was going to call each of us for a one on one session in a short while, beginning from the ladies.

I was the first.

He took me to a haggard looking office downstairs where I met two other young guys. One was busying on a computer while the other one was eating ofada rice with beans. There was a large portrait on the wall and while I waited, I googled the name written on the photograph and found out he is the CEO of **** group of companies dealing in real estate, tourism, hospitality and the latest, the insurance business.

Can you imagine?

I would later realise downstairs is a guesthouse, the left wing upstairs is a church, the right wing upstairs is a buka area and the left wing downstairs, the insurance office, all of which formed **** group of companies.

The first question I was asked after I introduced myself was how much value in Naira can I bring in a month if I am made a client officer. I said, "I thought this was a management trainee position."

The beans guys said no, that they are a one month old company, trying to grow their clientele base and the client officer died two weeks ago and the CEO demanded they replace him with three female client officers ASAP.

I was pissed at the fact that they made it seem like I applied with the death certificate of their late colleague. I said I can only answer that question when I know my salary details. He said N10000 for every one million naira I bring in and if I am able to hit that target weekly, N40000 is guaranteed compensation every month's end. I just grabbed my bag and thanked them for inviting me.

http://www.naijasinglegirl.com

ahaahahhaha don't mind those guys that will not respect themselves and do the job themselves

Op and other jobseekers, pls never enter a building like the one the op entered ,the op is very lucky to be alive . If the surrounding doesn't depict any official resemblance to what they say they are ,pls don't risk ur life all in the name of getting a salary job. If the op had been killed by those ppl ,noone will know anything.

Vivalavida99:

Lol ...e neva reach like this o!

deeLima86:
Lol ...e neva reach like this o!

Haaa! Na job wahala oh, it's not easy to be a man really.

NSG, always putting smiles on people's face

omg!!! lahahahahahahahaha...Now this is dam funny @op!!! goosh...

Naijasinglegirl:
I received an email invite for a management trainee position I applied with an Insurance Firm.

Even though I never heard of the company prior to my application, they had a standardised website so I was convinced it was genuine. According to their about page, they were based in Lekki and specialised in brokerage services.

I had mixed feelings when I arrived the venue because the premises of the address didn't depict the image of a corporate organisation and there was a guesthouse signpost at the gate rather than the name of the insurance firm. I didn't want my 5:30am- 3MB trip to be in vain so I asked a guy hovering around the security post if this was **** Insurance Brokerage Firm and he said no.

I hissed angrily and walked a considerable distance from the gate only for the security personnel to run after me to say I was in the right place if I was scheduled for an interview.

I demanded to know why the display of ignorance earlier but he apologised and led me through a dark staircase, inside a maze like building.
Well, I didn't want to end up as an ingredient for ritual purposes so I was reluctant to pass through a door he showed to me.

"You go in first!" I said to him.

"Haba! You dey fear?"

"You think I want to die because of a job? Why I am the only candidate for a so called massive graduate recruitment if this is real?"

He sighed and opened the door ajar and I saw seven people inside, one lady and six guys. The guys were wearing suit/tie and their christmas shoes as usual.

I don't mean to ridicule anyone but I have attended all manner of deadlock interviews that I'd rather wear a suit to a night club than waste it on an interview. Literally, give me a pyjamas and I'm good to go.

Inside the room, there were several white plastic chairs. My first instinct was, 'So this GNLD people have finally gotten a Lekki branch office for their scam lectures.' Nevertheless, I took my seat beside the lady and looked around the mini hall. There was a band set in one corner and JESUS IS LORD was boldly written on the four sides of wall.

The guys were studying interview past questions from their phones while the lady was fervently praying and speaking in tongues. I don't know if the church environment was responsible for her countenance or if her unemployment state was worse than mine but her prayers were intimidating so I bowed my head slightly and prayed aloud in my native language.

When I raised my head up, a guy came in and started distributing question booklets to us. Then he excused himself and said we had thirty minutes to answer all questions and they are CCTV cameras in the room so cheating was highly prohibited. This was a dark room with zero signs of electricity. *sigh*

Thanks to my mobile browser, I answered all questions correctly while other candidates, particularly the prayer warrior stared at me in reproach. The examiner returned for our booklets in exact thirty minutes and said he was going to call each of us for a one on one session in a short while, beginning from the ladies.

I was the first.

He took me to a haggard looking office downstairs where I met two other young guys. One was busying on a computer while the other one was eating ofada rice with beans. There was a large portrait on the wall and while I waited, I googled the name written on the photograph and found out he is the CEO of **** group of companies dealing in real estate, tourism, hospitality and the latest, the insurance business.

Can you imagine?

I would later realise downstairs is a guesthouse, the left wing upstairs is a church, the right wing upstairs is a buka area and the left wing downstairs, the insurance office, all of which formed **** group of companies.

The first question I was asked after I introduced myself was how much value in Naira can I bring in a month if I am made a client officer. I said, "I thought this was a management trainee position."

The beans guys said no, that they are a one month old company, trying to grow their clientele base and the client officer died two weeks ago and the CEO demanded they replace him with three female client officers ASAP.

I was pissed at the fact that they made it seem like I applied with the death certificate of their late colleague. I said I can only answer that question when I know my salary details. He said N10000 for every one million naira I bring in and if I am able to hit that target weekly, N40000 is guaranteed compensation every month's end. I just grabbed my bag and thanked them for inviting me.

http://www.naijasinglegirl.com

if u hav heared them out, u realised they are GNLD imposters. I fell victeem months ago and this is exertly their clueless manner of approach.....infact when i got out i told d rest applicant waiting outside curious to hear from me what they asked they they shuldnt bother, they are GNLD......all hizzed and took off after me

feature11:
Naijasinglegirl

I don't believe your stories are real. I have my personal reasons- I recommended you for an interview in an organisation but I discovered that you didn't show up despite receiving e-mails, text message and calls from this company. I loved your write-ups and believed that you really needed a job, only for me to discover that they are all lies.

If this is the path you have chosen, I wish you well. But, I think you should move on to something more realistic because I don't see any longevity in write-ups centred around unemployment and singleness, your fans will get bored someday. I am already.

This is my piece of advice to you. Please put a caveat on these write-ups so that some of us will stop pitying your state of unemployment and stop recommending you to prospective employers.

Sir I will really appreciate if I can be recommended for an interview...I really need one

Vivalavida99:


Haaa! Na job wahala oh, it's not easy to be a man really.

You can say that again dear. your profile nor bad o, how parole na?

RayJay007:
[size=30pt]Thats some funny S..H..I..T[/size]

hahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

WALAI TA LAI LAUGH DON TEAR MY BELLE

Interesting STORY.

Whao naijasingle I always love reading your blog/post. Thumbs up.

This girl sabi yarn no be small. U really caught my attention.

You could certainly earn money as a writer. I could recommend you to a magazine where can polish your talent and grow.

But you are dishonest , using your telephone to look up answers to exam questions.

Thy ain't fictions,that is simply what is obtainable in these part of the world.

Stop discrediting her awareness story pls

Realtol:
This people won't turn us to slave in our fatherland. You did the best by refusing to be a donkey... I will advise you start doing something that can fetch you money that is if you haven't already.

Where is the capital to start with?

feature11:
Naijasinglegirl

I don't believe your stories are real. I have my personal reasons- I recommended you for an interview in an organisation but I discovered that you didn't show up despite receiving e-mails, text message and calls from this company. I loved your write-ups and believed that you really needed a job, only for me to discover that they are all lies.

If this is the path you have chosen, I wish you well. But, I think you should move on to something more realistic because I don't see any longevity in write-ups centred around unemployment and singleness, your fans will get bored someday. I am already.

This is my piece of advice to you. Please put a caveat on these write-ups so that some of us will stop pitying your state of unemployment and stop recommending you to prospective employers.

if she's not interested why not recommend people like us that are interested?

the part about "Chrismas shoes as usual" cracked me up! .... be strong my dear, all these shall pass

feature11:
Naijasinglegirl

I don't believe your stories are real. I have my personal reasons- I recommended you for an interview in an organisation but I discovered that you didn't show up despite receiving e-mails, text message and calls from this company. I loved your write-ups and believed that you really needed a job, only for me to discover that they are all lies.

If this is the path you have chosen, I wish you well. But, I think you should move on to something more realistic because I don't see any longevity in write-ups centred around unemployment and singleness, your fans will get bored someday. I am already.

This is my piece of advice to you. Please put a caveat on these write-ups so that some of us will stop pitying your state of unemployment and stop recommending you to prospective employers.

pls recommend me oo. i really need one. yet to go for an interview after 2years post nysc.

Hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha!
sister, i thank God for u oooo!

Those was a confirmed group of 419 conglomerate!

On seeing the title of this thread I hoped bit was you who wrote it and off course you didn't disappoint.