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.

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

Live everyday like it's your last day here on earth.
Rip prophet TB JOSHUA.
Live right and avoid evil for Dust we are and dust we shall return.
Remain blessed.

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.

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.

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.

why you add your script join... She no mention husband now

Hmm....

My first work experience was awesome. I made good friends in training school although, I did not finish as I got another job.

One thing I learned along the line is that not all that glitters are good nonetheless, one can make the best of each of these opportunities.

Sad tales and Nigerian graduates are like 5&6

Employment could turn one madt

(A) The best work-life-balance is to work for yourself. You work at your pace, pay and time.
(B) And, if need be that you work for someone else or a company, let it be for (1) the experiences needed in order to start your own (2) for a ridiculous pay that will help your career path.
It is until you get the (A & B) right, that your family life will benefit greatly.

that lady on black is beautiful damn

who can get me her number

looks like the older version mika in danger force

Following.

Have worked in several organizations after graduation, because of the off and on, I couldn't save money....the longer I have worked in an organization is 3 years.

But since I started my own business, I don't think anything will make me work for someone again..

Na wa oh

Women and wahala

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Dear Jesus Christ, I believe you are the Son of God. I believe you died for my sins, you were raised on the third day for my Justification. I receive you today as my LORD and personal Saviour, thank you for saving me. Amen.

Let me pray for you: I decree that the power of sin is broken over your life, and that you begin to walk in the newness of life. I declare favour on your head, increase to your hands and speed to your feet. Be empowered for God in Jesus name, Amen.

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I am only commenting because I am interested in that beautiful girl on the right in the picture you posted...


Do you have her number

The banking industry is tough

It's not easy out there, we are just trying to make ends meet.

Bless up to everyone out there trying to make a honest living.

Not easy managing in such conditions, but if played right this conditions might prepare and shape you for bigger things ahead.

Hmm

This is not a SUNDAY worthy post, best for MONDAY.

Fake story story. The peddlers of this story are agents of fake news in Nigeria.
My advice to Nigerians is that we should mind our business & save ourselves from fake news.

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.