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LesbianBoy:
Just negodu! I don't know why we nigerians don't copy with sense! In the countries were they have these things, the citizens don chop belle full! Btw, its not by putting these things, the questions is, will it last? Will it be maintained? I mean, look at some of the trees and plants installed by the former governor who is now the minister of darkness..... fashola, they have been destroyed

For once in your life, appreciate something good and good will come to you.

So what happens when she follows back? Does she render some kind of service to them?

People keep lamenting about how tough things are. How come I'm not experiencing it?
Maybe cos I have a different source that never runs dry: Heaven!!

Everything is God.
So na God reduce the weight?
Very soon we go hear "God helped me to bleach my skin".

Some people can take risk. For a paltry 100k.
They didn't even consider that they could be lynched.

Ay04z:
nestle even work on Sundays and Saturday I only smile when i am on my 2 days off duty......

A whole Nestlé?
What would you be doing on Sat and Sundays?

What about public holidays?

Op u no try o.

what about Ruggedman, Nigga Raw, O C Ukeje, Nnenna Ukeje, Ikechukwu and Kalu Uche, Emenalo, etc

Always analyzing....

Here

U have the money to acquire all that qualification but you can't open a nursery or even extra mural classes.

Hate him all you want, OUK is one man who can never be afraid of saying the truth.

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Tuface and woman matter sha... Real definition of "Good bad guy".

theimmortals:
Please help me check this out. Its very urgent cause am about to by my ticket lagos


You have been invited for an interview at no 2 efon alaye str off akinsanya ojodu berger lagos on Friday 9am at LATALATA.NG. Please come with a copy of your C.V

https://www.latalata.ng/?_e_pi_=7%2CPAGE_ID10%2C5144069246

Its an online shop.

I think Linda has demonstrated a high level of maturity all through this episode.

Op u didn't pass any message here.

At your age...

AccidentalGenius:
I've noticed something that resulted in me turning to visit this site only once in a week.

There's so much hate on nairaland. It's toxic and it's toxicity almost got to me. After a few days I slowly began to hate ladies. So much blame. Most of these harsh people don't have a life outside nairaland.


I just felt like having a little rant anyways.

Nairaland doesn't end in the Romance section. If u wanna learn from intelligent and sane people, visit other sections. Like Career, Job, Business, Entertainment etc.
This section is for the children of Nl.

Combine both online and offline application. Visit schools and companies and drop ur Cv.
That's if ur Cv is even good enough.

Change!!

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What so dis kid now spends d whole monitoring Linda's page?
Height of joblessness

hollermeelaycon:
wat abt sum1 who can drive bt processing a new DL can i still apply?

Are u still asking?
Apply first.

Y'all are frauds. If u had a legitimate business idea u wouldn't be discreet abt it.

mjblinks:
I know of a flat, which is 300k for a start, then 200k subsequently. Someone is looking for a flat mate Sha.

Which area?

May 2013. Phone rings beneath the pillow, and the vibrations riffles through the veins in my head.
“Is this Mr. Okorie Mi…mi…”
“Yes, Mitterand”, I respond briskly, with a voice that bore no trace of a man who woke from a forced siesta.
The female voice at the other end, sounding slightly embarrassed at her limp attempt to pronounce the name continued, “I’m calling from company XYZ, we saw your CV and we want you to come for an interview tomorrow. The exact place you submitted your CV, Gwarimpa, 3RD Avenue…”
“OK. Thank you. I’ll be there tomorrow.”

Less than 24 hours to go, I scan through the wardrobe. Only one clean white shirt. Not ironed. No light, and it would be foolhardy to bank on NEPA.
I jump into Utako market immediately to get a good solid white shirt. That night, I go back to the company’s website. It’s a new organisation, I can see. I read up as much as I can about them.
What had I applied for? Personal assistant to the Chairman, so I certainly need to demonstrate good knowledge of what the company does or looking to do.

Next morning, I’m on my grey suit, white shirt, buttoned to the last button. I made sure to leave the tie at home, as experience has taught me interviews down here pathetically take the entire day. Interview is 11 AM.

I arrive 4 mins late. But then 56 people had been there before me. The good thing however, the line was moving.
“Write your name here, said the clerk, they will call you in when it’s your turn.”

Everybody comes out of the interview room with their own story.
“O boy, e be like say these people dey find marketers.”
“O boy, I reach there dem just dey ask me some kain questions.”
“Nna meen, ndi a dighi serious”
“Nna eh, these guys just wasted my time today.”
I sat there, allowing none of that get to me. Certainly, they may have applied for a different position.

3:45PM, it’s my turn. “You applied for Personal aide to the Chairman? What does a personal assistant do?”

I begin to reel out answers, supporting them with my experiences in part time positions I held as a student working in various capacities for two universities.
I'm good at documentation, report writing, organisation, response to queries, etc.
Second interviewer: younger guy, perhaps 5 years older than I was asked the mother of all bullshit: “Can you demonstrate for us over there”, pointing to the white pen board, “a business plan that can grow this organisation?”
In my mind, I’m like “what in the carajo is this one saying?”
I did not study business, which if you’d gone to through my CV and documents submitted earlier was obvious. And drawing a business plan, of an organisation that is just starting, and this is your criteria for selecting an aide to the Chairman? “Sorry, I’m unable to do that. I had no idea these issues are related to the office of a PA, sir.”
The older man tries to calm the situation by going back to my CV and asking a few questions about my academic qualifications. And then interview ends.

Mine was the shortest interview amongst every other person that went in there. They were looking for a tool to monkey around on a board for them. I suppose, trying to humour themselves; you know the sight of watching a fish struggling to climb a tree.

Truth be told, I went home with a crack in my soul, a lot less confident in myself than when I came. But I was glad I didn’t pick up that pen to humiliate myself on the board talking what I don’t know. You are not offering the job, fine, but I can't stand there mumbling disjointed stuff, which was what I thought the previous folks must have been doing.
Those clowns, that organisation, I suspected, badly needed the services of a professional business developer/consultant, but they weren’t ready to pay for one. They wanted to extract it from the bodies of job seekers. Bloody exploitative folks!

Outside, waiting for a cab to take me back home, I sighed, asking myself “Ol’ boy, you don Bleep up to come back to this country o?”

saintwan:
tanks but shuld i pass through ojuelegba or oshodi to get ikeja underbridge?

U can get a bus straight from Surulere to Ikeja.

saintwan:
pls gudmorn house i need ur help concerning d direction to fani kayode avenue gra ikeja from surulere...thanks in advance.

Get to Ikeja underbridge and take a Marwa going to GRA. It will take u there.