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Originalsly:
Hmmm....that's a harsh statement.... and this situation is certainly not one to support what they say... this is about human nature. I hope your relatives told you to be wary of White people.... and did they mention that" White people don't have common sense"?...be around them you'll be shocked! Dating White girl?..just grow eyes on your back.
Mr J.... I thought "no sense " Mr J was teaching you stuff! Bro.... I think the problem is he thought you were going to be around for a long time.... had trusted you... and decided to share 'vital knowledge' with you..... now this sudden departure makes him feel like you are an opportunist... was just kinda using him to get where you want to go... no feelings...no commitment. .. no loyalty. No doubt...you should've noticed some kind of attachment. ..connection he had with you and should've handled this parting differently. Maybe if you had discussed it with him.... he would've understood and helped you along the way. They have a way of getting rid of the agency...which is a middleman.
I'm not sure if you'll find the CNA any better....for sure ..the work load is going to be heavy!
On garri/gritz.......same as....tomato..... A. to-mate-toe...or B....to-mat-toe?!

Opportunist? Like I'd be taking care of him till forever? Because that's what I came to yankee to do? C'mon bro.

Well, if you clearly look at my post, I never said he doesn't have sense. I left it to you guys to make the decision.

He is (was) a good person, he showed and taught me a lot of stuff, he even dashed me a phone . That doesn't change the fact that his brain "touches" at times, I'm not someone that lets sentiment cloud my judgement. I go tell you as e be.

Garri or Gritz?

I took beans and Garri to work one day, I mixed the garri with milk and put it in a ziploc bag, then I put some sugar in another ziploc bag. When I wanted to eat, mr J's son saw my garri and said "Hey Obi, you're having some gritz?" I was puzzled, not until his dad came, brought out a pack of gritz and we started having an argument on which is which.

see if you can tell the difference??


Which one is garri? Plate A or plate B


**video on my instagram page @obinetter

Have you ever gotten in a situation where you have absolutely no clue how to handle it?

Picture yourself like in a spaceship where there are lots of buttons and you don't know which one to press, well, that's where I am right now.

I'm currently seeing (not dating) one white girl and for the first time in a long time, I'm confused

I go knack una gist on how it goes sha

Moving on

My time with Mr. J (my client) has come to an end. A dramatic end, I must add.

For some weeks now, I had become increasingly aware of the fact that my present job(s) offer no growth whatsoever, same repetitive actions day in day out; that these jobs do not in any way tally with my goals in life. So I made moves to change that, I dusted my CNA certificate and applied for some CNA job openings. Only for me to be informed that the CNA academy I did my classes was not a "good" one. I'm currently scouting for "good" ones around.

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My Transcript has arrived at WES (the evaluation body) and they sent a letter to my previous institution to verify the transcript. I was jittery with excitement about going back to school. Only for me to hear that ASUU has gone on strike. I don't even want to talk about it, I don't want to get annoyed.

**Back to Mr. J

My Mum, uncles, aunties and relatives had always warned me to be wary of akatas, that 99% of them don't have sense. I was kinda hoping MR. J was among the 1% that has sense. Well, you be the judge.

I had informed him (Mr J) that my transcript had arrived and I may be going back to school anytime soon, I guess he didn't want to be left without a helper if I leave suddenly (as it had happened before) so he told me to inform my agency about the situation of things. Some weeks back, when I went to pick up my check, I spoke with them and explained everything to them, I was told to call back by the end of the week so they'd give me a concrete reply. I gave them a week, and called back on Monday (21st), I was told that there's someone in training to take my spot, that I should continue till friday and the new guy would start by next week.

On getting to work that Monday (21st), I updated Mr. J on the situation of things, informing him that he'd get a new helper by next week, basically, he'd have a seamless and hitch-free change of personnel. His countenance changed suddenly, throughout the rest of the day, he just seemed angry and was giving me bad vibes. I shrugged it off, hoping he'd get over it soon. I finished my shift that day and went home.

Like I said sometime ago, the drive from my home to Mr J's house is 45-50 mins depending on traffic.


So, the next day, I had started my "journey" to his house, I had driven for 40 minutes (or thereabouts) and ran into a traffic jam, so I texted him to give inform him I'd come in a little late. Only for me to get a reply, that I should not come to his house, that he doesn't need my services anymore. I called my agency and informed them of the situation of things, re-routed my gps and drove to McDonald's, got myself some stuff to eat, and drove home. No be my day you go ruin.


When I got home and told my Mum what happened, she was like "Didn't I tell you?"

Hey guys, I just opened an Instagram page.

@obinetter

Follow the page, let's see how this goes

More..

SOme pictures of downtown, chicago

This one, you put gloves on, pick the meat you want, put it in a plastic bag and weigh it to know the price, there was a lot of crowd there. I guess the meat is really fresh.


**few more pictures of the place

I saw one funny looking meat, so I called one of the attendants to ask what it was, he said "beef" and was giving me one funny look like "where's this one from"

Clean place, no flies. fresh meat. You MUST put on gloves before you touch any thing.

I had to take pictures with extra caution so as not to look awkward

Mr J (my client) is always eager to show me spots he used to hang around and do stuff when he was younger, spots he picked up girls, spots he did silly stuff etc etc.

On one occassion, we drove almost 30 mins to a butcher shop located around downtown chicago. The place has been standing for hundreds of years. Somehow reminds me of Slaughter market, Port Harcourt, Nigeria.

Honestly, some of these buildings are so big, you'd wonder how they were built, and why we haven't reached this level, religion?

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I'd just upload the pictures randomly.

Honestly, I have lots of pictures to upload, but the problem is this nairaland 4 picture thingy, plus the fact that I have to shrink the photos.

Some days back, I drove a GMC for the first time.

I had to take my client to a doctor's appointment and we opted to use his car instead, cool ride, automatic everything, but I still prefer my Mum's highlander

There was some festival going on in Chicago at the moment, so there's lots of traffic.

One Sunday morning, I came in to work at 8:00am (my shift was supposed to end at 4:00pm), I was working in the kitchen with one other lady whose shift ends at 2:00pm. The shift was really hectic and we barely handled it. At around 1:30 pm, other people started coming in to work, I was relieved that at least, some help had arrived. Well, I was wrong, the new shift began with other persons relieving those that work in front (not in the kitchen). Thus, I was left alone, just me in the whole kitchen, with 6 or 7 akatas in front.

it was cool until we had a rush, some church around the neighborhood had closed, so they drove straight to order some food. Lots of cars, lots of orders, just me in the kitchen.
I had to send the meat in the broiler, send fries in the groundnut oil (they call it grease here ) and still rush to make the burgers on time, only me.

I increasingly became irritated and annoyed. The manager could have easily instructed someone to come help me out in the kitchen, but he didnt.

They were just upfront, gisting, laughing and I was here working my butt off.

The straw that broke the camel's back was when he (the manager) shouted at me that I didnt make a sandwich well, I shouted back at him, that I made it well, it led to a highly heated exchange of words which ended with me totally losing my cool. He came back to the kitchen and threatened to fire me, I told him to his face "well, fire me, I do not give a fvck". The episode ended with me being sent home by 3:56 (four minutes to the end of my shift)

While I was walking outta the store, I could feel the eyes of my coworkers, "Obi could do that?" they thought

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I was off work the next day, I had typed, signed and sealed my resignation letter and put it in my bag on my way to my other job, with the aim of submitting it when I close work.

Only for me to receive a call from the main manager, telling me to come over so we would all "talk".

The "talk" ended with both of us shaking hands, and him tearing up the report he had written about me.


Over the next few days, my coworkers were shocked as to why I had not lost my job after that episode... Let them keep wondering, ndi ara.

Work

Still on the BurgerKing job, a lot has been happening. I must have mentioned it earlier that sometime ago, my hours were reduced to like 9hrs/week. Lemme give you a run down of how the hourly schedule thingy works, each employee has a 40hr maximum number of hrs to work every week, anything above that is considered "overtime" and you are paid extra for those hours that exceed the 40hrs. The extra cash you are paid is 1 and half x your normal pay. [for reference: https://www.dol.gov/general/topic/workhours/overtime]

SO because of my (lack of) speed, the main manager reduced my hours from around 36-38hrs/week to just 6-9hrs/week, I was somewhat dissapointed though, but I kept coming to work and doing my job. This went on for some weeks and I reduced my availability to just night shifts and weekends. One thing led to another, and people were getting fired anyhow, thus, I started getting more hours and my speed increased gradually. I "think" I got onto the good books of the main manager because, on countless occasions, when people "called off" (called in and said they cannot come to work), and I was called to come in to work, I always showed up. Over the course of time, I developed an "understanding with the main manager, somehow, she understood the fact that I'm just here to work and get paid, nothing more. I feel that was the reason why she instructed the shift manager to apologize to me over the incident the other day. Slowly but surely, my coworkers began to understand my kind of person and began to give me my respect.

So, here comes a new shift manager, white guy, 40-something year old marijuana addict. I had worked with him a few times without any incidences, so he was cool (or so I thought).

CanadianNurse:
bring full gist Obi

Lol. Nurse nurse, calm down. why your blood dey hot?

Work



At my BK job, I don't talk too much. Just one-worded replies when necessary. That, and coupled with the fact that I put on corrective glasses most times has made these akatas think Obi is a sheep, that Obi can stomach any nonsense thrown at me.

Some days back, I gave them a little bit of the other side of me.

So, this female shift manager felt it would be nice to snap her fingers at me (the same way you'd grap a dog's attention) and order me to do stuff. I jejely left the kitchen, took off my apron and walked to the front. Where I proceeded to warn her sternly (in front of other crew members and the customers in the lobby) not to ever snap her fingers at me again. Being the akata she is, she waved her arm, said "whatever" and walked away.

Still seething from anger, I walked to the main manager and tabled my complaints. No one had seen me that angry before. Well, bottom line is, the main manager had her apologize to me in front of the whole crew.

Godson201333:
I have been following this thread @OP I am really happy for you....You won't appreciate what God has done for you until you prolly visit Naija again.I was there for vacation this February and I just realise that Nigeria got a failed government and to me nobody is really rich in that country because the standard of living is just so poor..Everybody out there lacks basics amenities..Even our president is in London cos Nigeria doesn't have a good medical care..

When i got home,everywhere was dark,Immigrations offices stamped me in with my cellphone torchlight,There was no light at the international airport and also no fuel for the generator...The immigration officers were like Oga put on your torchlight...i saw so many hungry faces just trying to loot away your goodies..I think the country even got worst.

I know things are not quite rosy back in nigeria. But is it this bad now?

Who was at the #Igbo festival in chicago yesterday?


It was a very colorful affair. Lots of food, drinks and beautiful people.

Made some new friends, umu Igbo amaka sha

who goes there?

OluDare01:
lol there's a misconception that when you travel abroad, you've made it.
The hustle here is real abeg.

No mind them, they think we pick money on the ground here. That's why I called them sugar ants and not gold diggers. Sugar ants don't mind how small the sugar is. To them, all sugar na sugar.

One thing I've also noticed is that being pretty in the USA is no big deal. Unlike in nigeria where the really pretty ladies walk around with a sense of entitlement, that's not the case over here (I guess). The ladies I've come in contact with (via social media apps like tinder) don't give two hoots about ya money. One time I had a cinema date with a black american, she actually insisted on paying for our cinema refreshments. i was like

If na our nigerian ladies, they'd expect you to pay for everything, like they're doing you a favor by going on a date with you.

As per the dating game, I'm just testing the waters (with one foot). Here, you'd see ladies that would make you drool. Ladies whose bodies are like works of art, but on a few occassions when I tried to get close, I found out that some of them have "comma". Either they have kids already, or their baby daddy is in jail, or they have an addiction problem, or they're cam girls.

I'm not trying to generalize, I'm just saying (based on my experience so far).

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Remember, I applied for my transcript since March, my school sent it to wes and it was rejected. Right now, I'm waiting for a more detailed copy to be sent. Honestly, I can't wait to get back to school.

PDPGuy:
Are you serious?!!

You've barely settled over here, and they are sending you nudes to the extent that your inbox is overflowing with them (some guy's dream of this to happen to them though )

Truly, success has many friends. But some of our ladies should get some sense of dignity. It's not too much to ask of them. Almost the same thing happened to a friend of mine.

She runs a small-scale NGO that caters for indigent kids and some adults. One day she announced on Facebook that a Lebanese fb friend of hers decided to financially contribute to her efforts. Guess what happened next?
Many of her friends started send him friend requests; some even had the audacity to ask him to send money to them due to one 'need' or the other.

I just shook my head. It's really disgraceful, my brother.

My brother, if someone had told me a nigerian lady would ask me out via sending me nudes to showcase her "wares" and goodies, I'd doubt it. But with what I'm seeing these days, I'm marvelled. Indeed, some people are shameless.

SkinnyDude:
i am 100% sure they are blacks
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Yup, they are blacks.

Sugar ants


It's when you become successful (or enter yankee and upload some pictures on social media) you'll realize why some ladies are tagged "sugar ants".

Don't get me wrong, some people are indeed honorable , but honestly, this has to be said. Some nigerian ladies have no shame, like I said in my previous post, ladies in nigeria find it hard to approach a guy first, I guess I was wrong. Some of them even go as far as sending you nudes in a bid to start up conversation. I'm thinking of deleting my Facebook account, but no, I won't let them bully me with their nude pictures.

Even the ones that were forming virgin when I was in nigeria, have started promising me pvssy, that I should come back to nigeria to see them. Each time they ask "when are you coming back?" My reply is "to do what?" so because you promised me pvssy, I should enter plane and start flying back to nigeria? pvssy no dey yankee?

Una dey find who una go use pregnancy and juju to tie down. God forbid bad thing.