Only God will save us in this country.

FalseProphet1:
For our lazy brothers and sisters who couldn't read the whole article.

Our dearest op played the whóre role in the banking industry 11 years ago, and although some ladies hammered heavily through that channel our op didn't, money she no see, husband she no see, now she's 34 years with no job and husband...and very sad. Please help her.

This I have seen.

receive sense

Na soo

FalseProphet1:
For our lazy brothers and sisters who couldn't read the whole article.

Our dearest op played the whóre role in the banking industry 11 years ago, and although some ladies hammered heavily through that channel our op didn't, money she no see, husband she no see, now she's 34 years with no job and husband...and very sad. Please help her.

This I have seen.

FalseProphet1:
For our lazy brothers and sisters who couldn't read the whole article.

Our dearest op played the whóre role in the banking industry 11 years ago, and although some ladies hammered heavily through that channel our op didn't, money she no see, husband she no see, now she's 34 years with no job and husband...and very sad. Please help her.

This I have seen.

In an attempt of trying to be witty and funny, you just ended up looking very immature

FalseProphet1:
For our lazy brothers and sisters who couldn't read the whole article.

Our dearest op played the whóre role in the banking industry 11 years ago, and although some ladies hammered heavily through that channel our op didn't, money she no see, husband she no see, now she's 34 years with no job and husband...and very sad. Please help her.

This I have seen.

come again please

Jarus:
My first

I got my first job in one of the Behind investment management companies in Lagos, shortly after graduating from school, even before going for NYSC.

I found many things interesting. Yeah, good food for lunch. The informal gists with fonee speaking colleagues. I tried twisting my tongue too, make dem no think say aboki no dey speak turenchi, but my aboki accent no gree. I don improve sha.

The craziest thing was getting to work – crazy traffic. Having being used to strolling to classes in the university, adjusting to working life wasn’t easy. In the university, I used to go back to bed after my 5.45am Muslim prayers, and sleep till like 7.30am before preparing for classes. I can prepare for and get to class within 30 minutes after all. And I can choose not to attend classes, anyway.

But working in Lagos – my first post-school – was a different ball game. Not funny at all.

I stayed at a very far distance. I had to leave home by 5am every morning, sometimes having to do my Muslim prayer on the road. Of course I was hopping public buses, most times. I still struggled to get to work by 8am. Almost 3 hours on the road, every morning.

Work hours was officially 8-5pm, but with a caveat that “you may be required to work longer hours”. Well, that should actually be the rule, not the caveat. It was long hours everyday. 5pm? The work was just starting. 8pm? Okay, you may be free to go home then. And I spent between 1 to 2 hours on the road in the evenings too. Most times I got home after 10pm, sometimes after 11pm.

It didn’t matter whether there was oro (late night fetish activities in some Lagos communities with prior announcement on restriction of movement after a certain time in the night) in the suburb of Lagos I was staying. Wetin you go tell Oga? “There will be oro in my area today so I have to leave by 7pm to get home before 10? “

Well, guess where I landed on my fifth day at work?

Hospital.

I just sent an sms to my direct supervisor that I wouldn’t be able to come to work that Friday – my first Friday. I spent the Friday at the hospital. Too much stress.

My first job using my certificate to apply was at Dangote Cement, transport department. Hell of a job! The pay was poor for a graduate, working condition and work environment was degrading and beyond terrible, spending almost half of the salary to get the work done (transport, photocopies, call cards, etc), changing job nature and terms (from entrepreneurship program to permanent job with stipend as salary, from managing one truck to six trucks, from working during the day only to working nights as well), refusal to pay monthly bonus for working hard and surpassing target as promised. I almost developed ulcer because the job was too demanding and time consuming.
And from the refusal to be confirmed as permanent worker after six months probation period elapsed to outright disengagement of all Truck Officers in one fell swoop. Some people were dejected and disappointed but I was actually happy because it was a slavery with terrible health consequences if it continued like that for long. I had wanted to quit all along

Everyone has his own story

DkJay:
Thanks for sharing.

I'm a bit curious; how much did you make on a monthly basis while you were there?

Eleven years later, where are you now? What are the working conditions like for you currently?

As for my working experience, they've been mild to averagely good. For now, I work from home.

At some point, I plan to go out there and start a string of companies, but I'm not looking to work for anyone, no sir.

Pardon me, you working from home, is it a transcription job? Please I am actually interested if you don't mind.
I hope I didn't offend you in any way? I'm just a human seeking for an online decent job.

kramer:


These are very valid questions, unfortunately you're likely not to get any answers because the OP is a man and he just copied and pasted the story from another website... Disappointing really, as I would have loved to know the answers myself.

Mind you this are real stories submitted to us by real people to educate others through Bogger Global Limited.

For our lazy brothers and sisters who couldn't read the whole article.

Our dearest op played the whóre role in the banking industry 11 years ago, and although some ladies hammered heavily through that channel our op didn't, money she no see, husband she no see, now she's 34 years with no job and husband...and very sad. Please help her.

This I have seen.
this guy ment o [quote author=FalseProphet1 post=102428700]For our lazy brothers and sisters who couldn't read the whole article.

Our dearest op played the whóre role in the banking industry 11 years ago, and although some ladies hammered heavily through that channel our op didn't, money she no see, husband she no see, now she's 34 years with no job and husband...and very sad. Please help her.

This I have seen.
this guy ment o

DkJay:
Thanks for sharing.

I'm a bit curious; how much did you make on a monthly basis while you were there?

Eleven years later, where are you now? What are the working conditions like for you currently?

As for my working experience, they've been mild to averagely good. For now, I work from home.

At some point, I plan to go out there and start a string of companies, but I'm not looking to work for anyone, no sir.

Can you please help a brother who is curious about the online work from home job....I don't mean to intrude in anyway, am just a guy trying to make end means, things are not easy...
Thanks

DkJay:
Thanks for sharing.

I'm a bit curious; how much did you make on a monthly basis while you were there?

Eleven years later, where are you now? What are the working conditions like for you currently?

As for my working experience, they've been mild to averagely good. For now, I work from home.

At some point, I plan to go out there and start a string of companies, but I'm not looking to work for anyone, no sir.

She was earning N75k, but like she said they make more money when clients are brought in.

She's currently working in a better company and she's a mother now.

FalseProphet1:
For our lazy brothers and sisters who couldn't read the whole article.

Our dearest op played the whóre role in the banking industry 11 years ago, and although some ladies hammered heavily through that channel our op didn't, money she no see, husband she no see, now she's 34 years with no job and husband...and very sad. Please help her.

This I have seen.

Prophet pls is it ur eyes u use to see this balderdash u wrote

FalseProphet1:
For our lazy brothers and sisters who couldn't read the whole article.

Our dearest op played the whóre role in the banking industry 11 years ago, and although some ladies hammered heavily through that channel our op didn't, money she no see, husband she no see, now she's 34 years with no job and husband...and very sad. Please help her.

This I have seen.

thank you brudda

FalseProphet1:
For our lazy brothers and sisters who couldn't read the whole article.

Our dearest op played the whóre role in the banking industry 11 years ago, and although some ladies hammered heavily through that channel our op didn't, money she no see, husband she no see, now she's 34 years with no job and husband...and very sad. Please help her.

This I have seen.

The legendary false prophet himself, I throway salute for you o

Some pipu go dey reason am say nah only women dey dey knack or sexualize
But my dear brothers and sista even men sef do get sexualized or sexually harrased
Anyway u way get mind to do d job do am
U way no get mind sheef make anoda pesin do am

One thing about work most people ignore is, you must be social. It doesn't matter if you are the best, if you don't interact with your colleagues well, they'll hate you, see you as proud. Talk to them, greet them, call them by their names not hello, hey etc. Argue with them, discuss non work issues with them.

Even if you are not the best fit for the job, when you do these they'll have your back.

how do people around you cope??

FalseProphet1:
For our lazy brothers and sisters who couldn't read the whole article.

Our dearest op played the whóre role in the banking industry 11 years ago, and although some ladies hammered heavily through that channel our op didn't, money she no see, husband she no see, now she's 34 years with no job and husband...and very sad. Please help her.

This I have seen.

FalseProphet1:
For our lazy brothers and sisters who couldn't read the whole article.

Our dearest op played the whóre role in the banking industry 11 years ago, and although some ladies hammered heavily through that channel our op didn't, money she no see, husband she no see, now she's 34 years with no job and husband...and very sad. Please help her.

This I have seen.

Dear seer, you have seen wrong vision.

You need more training, go back to the prophetic school to learn more.

Expecting better vision from you in your next outing.

11 years ago garri was still 200/100 hundred naira a rubber.

Robertkenny:
Miss. Olivia

11 years ago I was 23 years old, fresh from university and got employed as a mortgage banker in a local bank in Lagos. On top of my salary, I had commission income, transport and entertainment allowances. It was good right? But not all that glitter is gold.

However 6months into it I was disappointed. I realized that rosy picture I painted of work life in the finance sector was born of artlessness. Underneath that suit and immaculate appearance, I was just a saleswoman, advertising one peddling products I could not even convince myself to buy.

I also felt like I was doubling up as a club hostess peddling my services to clients, in this case they were property agents, and bribing them with fine food and alcohol in a bid to get engaged for mortgage advisory services in the event of a successful home sale. This happened on an almost daily basis. I found it absurd I spent 4 years studying accounting that turned out to have little to do with my job.

People at work were miserable. Humiliation was a tactic used to encourage sales performance. Tight date lines sent everyone panicking, which you’ve to deliver. I was told some would sleep with property agents to get business. How true I don’t know but I wouldn’t be surprised. It was a lot of money if you did well.

It was a bitchy industry. I was not sociable and didn’t try to get along with most of the bankers. Probably one reason why I was the victim of horrible rumor's.

The story went that I accused my mentor, someone I held in high regard, of raping me after I tried to seduce him and got rejected. That was sick. I never did any of those things; never seduced him, never accused him. I then knew why he avoided me for the longest time... Since we had never spent enough time for him to know me enough to know I wouldn’t sink that low, he likely believed them more.

Sexual harassment was common. I think because many of the women were fine with sexual exchanges, the men assumed all of the women wouldn’t mind their advances. Of course not all the men were disrespectful. A few did come to my aid at various times.

I felt that the environment negatively impacted everyone. There was a lot of money to be made and it led to people becoming mercenary, selfish, backstabbing, demeaning… those who were not, were also affected like me.

I felt my mental-wellbeing under constant attacks and it affected my personality. I was distrusting and temperamental. It hurt the interactions with people I was close to. In distress, I seek the solace of short term pleasures, consoling myself with the food and alcohol that was always on offer, but I only felt worse. My self-esteemed dipped. I was not proud of the person I had become… At some point I realized this was not living. No amount of money was worth selling my soul. I left after 2 years into the job.

You see, our work life has a huge influence on other areas of life. If you feel constantly feel shitty at work, this negatively influences your character and colors everything else you do. If you feel good at work, your moods will positively impact other areas of your life. Therefore, choose your work wisely.

However I am really grateful to that experience because I learnt so much about life and how to better identify the right career path for myself in such a short time and at an early stage of my life. It’s all good.

Thank you Bogger for letting me share my story

How was your first job experience like? Kindly share your story.

nor tell say nor follow share coochie for all your 4 years as a bank marketer. I nor believe, except you nor fine

Jarus:
My first

I got my first job in one of the Behind investment management companies in Lagos, shortly after graduating from school, even before going for NYSC.

I found many things interesting. Yeah, good food for lunch. The informal gists with fonee speaking colleagues. I tried twisting my tongue too, make dem no think say aboki no dey speak turenchi, but my aboki accent no gree. I don improve sha.

The craziest thing was getting to work – crazy traffic. Having being used to strolling to classes in the university, adjusting to working life wasn’t easy. In the university, I used to go back to bed after my 5.45am Muslim prayers, and sleep till like 7.30am before preparing for classes. I can prepare for and get to class within 30 minutes after all. And I can choose not to attend classes, anyway.

But working in Lagos – my first post-school – was a different ball game. Not funny at all.

I stayed at a very far distance. I had to leave home by 5am every morning, sometimes having to do my Muslim prayer on the road. Of course I was hopping public buses, most times. I still struggled to get to work by 8am. Almost 3 hours on the road, every morning.

Work hours was officially 8-5pm, but with a caveat that “you may be required to work longer hours”. Well, that should actually be the rule, not the caveat. It was long hours everyday. 5pm? The work was just starting. 8pm? Okay, you may be free to go home then. And I spent between 1 to 2 hours on the road in the evenings too. Most times I got home after 10pm, sometimes after 11pm.

It didn’t matter whether there was oro (late night fetish activities in some Lagos communities with prior announcement on restriction of movement after a certain time in the night) in the suburb of Lagos I was staying. Wetin you go tell Oga? “There will be oro in my area today so I have to leave by 7pm to get home before 10? “

Well, guess where I landed on my fifth day at work?

Hospital.

I just sent an sms to my direct supervisor that I wouldn’t be able to come to work that Friday – my first Friday. I spent the Friday at the hospital. Too much stress.

Are you still working there or you've port?

survival of the fittest working enviroment of sharks -infested banking sector / subsector . colour me surprised .
But life would be much easier if every frmale could be like this bon mbshell here , don't you think ?
meet Natalya Kuznetsova of russia .she is a celebrity body builder and a european dead lift and bench press champion .But my thoughts now is , who rides this amazon and , WHO WILL EVEN DARE TO TAKE HER FOR A RIDE ? !
Choose wisely here , do you want to stand facing her and say -

1- eff you !
or ,

2 - " yeah , so what if i f#cc with you "
or ,
3 - " i don't give a f #cc ! !

Cerebellum:
Believe me, most employers sucks, especially banks

A lady once told me when she was working in a bank, she was been paid #54k along side early morning rise and endless sexual advances from the ogas at the top, she had to jakpa.

Life no balance Aswear, especially in this Eleribuu country

Iree o

My senior brother worked in the bank for two spells before having a lecturing job at Federal University Dutse. Working in a bank is Hell

No be small thing to be a 8-5 worker in Nigeria...

Jarus:
My first

I got my first job in one of the Behind investment management companies in Lagos, shortly after graduating from school, even before going for NYSC.

I found many things interesting. Yeah, good food for lunch. The informal gists with fonee speaking colleagues. I tried twisting my tongue too, make dem no think say aboki no dey speak turenchi, but my aboki accent no gree. I don improve sha.

The craziest thing was getting to work – crazy traffic. Having being used to strolling to classes in the university, adjusting to working life wasn’t easy. In the university, I used to go back to bed after my 5.45am Muslim prayers, and sleep till like 7.30am before preparing for classes. I can prepare for and get to class within 30 minutes after all. And I can choose not to attend classes, anyway.

But working in Lagos – my first post-school – was a different ball game. Not funny at all.

I stayed at a very far distance. I had to leave home by 5am every morning, sometimes having to do my Muslim prayer on the road. Of course I was hopping public buses, most times. I still struggled to get to work by 8am. Almost 3 hours on the road, every morning.

Work hours was officially 8-5pm, but with a caveat that “you may be required to work longer hours”. Well, that should actually be the rule, not the caveat. It was long hours everyday. 5pm? The work was just starting. 8pm? Okay, you may be free to go home then. And I spent between 1 to 2 hours on the road in the evenings too. Most times I got home after 10pm, sometimes after 11pm.

It didn’t matter whether there was oro (late night fetish activities in some Lagos communities with prior announcement on restriction of movement after a certain time in the night) in the suburb of Lagos I was staying. Wetin you go tell Oga? “There will be oro in my area today so I have to leave by 7pm to get home before 10? “

Well, guess where I landed on my fifth day at work?

Hospital.

I just sent an sms to my direct supervisor that I wouldn’t be able to come to work that Friday – my first Friday. I spent the Friday at the hospital. Too much stress.

Sorry about the stress then

Reex12:
that lady on black is beautiful damn

who can get me her number

looks like the older version mika in danger force

Pervert everywhere. U de use pics de masturbate

Ok