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GodblessNig247:Sometimes, it is unwise to speak from ignorance. Do you have the facts. There is a limit to propaganda. We have one of the finest financial regulatory systems in Africa. And yet here you are speaking from ignorance! |
OK. Interested in quite a few laptops here. Will be in your office on Monday to see things for myself, though. |
I like this. Is it negotiable? |
Nice! |
LOSKYXANDER:Udemy. Coursers. Lynda. |
Learning a skill is actually advised because you've had a useless education. I am sorry to burst your bubble. But that's reality, baby. There's this guy called Ryan Holiday. He is an American writer who dropped out of college. What did he do to stand out? He learnt a skill. SOLID RESEARCH SKILLS. He used these skills to get research assistant jobs with writers like Robert Greene(48 Laws of Power) and Tim Ferriss. His skills got him a job, not his degree. These skills also enabled him to earn over $100,000 via his own books. So, you see learning a skill is great advice, because it helps you stand out. And provide VALUE!!! |
Lol. How badass are you with Ms word, powerpoint and excel? Buy a beginner to advanced course for these three packages and really master them. Forget Access. Learn how to kick ass with excel, stuffs like vlookup, hlookup, pivot, VBA and every other basic to advanced formula. It will stand you out when you start jobhunting and even when you start working. With all my years using excel, I am still a novice. 'Go practice first. |
hallit:Scammers. Imarketslive and their useless offering. If your trash harmonic scanner were that good, why diversify to cryptomining. A repackaged ponzi scheme. Go get a job. Or start a business that adds value. Not encouraging the export of our scarce resources |
I quit already. I left it all - the fat paycheck, the posh office, all-expense paid travels, and the glamour and glitz of finance. I loved my job. Or rather I thought I did. It took one TED talk for me to realize that I only loved the money, and the attention it brings. The root of depression is actually having as part of your job description certain tasks you only endure because of the money. These days I can work on my research projects for 18 hours a day without a bore. A man can never be depressed when doing what he loves. |
BiafranBushBoy:Scam format? What would I probably want from you? Nothing, definitely! I came here because I needed someone to talk to, someone neutral, someone that won't judge. But here you're talking of scam. If only you knew me, you'll know that money isn't exactly the problem. The problem is how to mend a muddled life. I don't have strength to argue. You can chose to ignore, thank you. |
cruchenutii:You are right. Mom filed for the immigrant visa a year and half ago. Don't know why it's taking so long. Don't wanna go there, though. My siblings they think me a weakling already. I created this mess. I will clean it up or draw the curtains, trying. I can't survive their mockery that's why I'm giving up on the US option even if it comes. Thanks for the kind words, the more I read and type a response, the better I feel. Again thanks, a bunch. |
Thanks everyone for the kind and positive words. I do have a psychological disorder. I hear voices and I act at their dictation. A brutal way to live. A little more background. I grew up in a family of high achievers. The bar was already too high, and having not measured up, my family lost belief in my ability. That was my first feeling of being crushed. Then when I met someone who believed in my abilities, I swore never to let her slip me by. Being with her was like a drug, a dope. She gave my life an anchor, a reason to hope, a reason to achieve When I joined the corporate world, she cheered me on. I was miserable but the money flowed freely, I had prestige, respect and friends. Now nearly 4 years down the line, how am I supposed to leave a well-paid job? But then I want to heal. I want to get away from the vanity, from the luxury. I need something different, I think. But who knows where my search for tranquillity will lead me. But for now I had an envious life, and I muddled it. I'm much bleeped! |
Monday, 3rd September, 2018. I'm sitting in my posh room, thoughts racing back and forth, refusing to settle at anything. I think I have had enough. I consciously leaped into this ditch, and since there is no way out I have accepted my fate, I have accepted defeat. Hemingway was right, "A man can only be defeated but not destroyed." The society has conspired to give me a thorough and deliberate beating. My defeat scars are many, and I want to end it all. Perhaps sharing will help me heal, help me find closure. My life. I graduated with stellar grades from a decent university, served in an international school, then joined one of the Big Four accounting firms straight after youth service. Back in the university, I had this ever-loyal girlfriend. You know the perfect university couple. We went everywhere together: lectures, cafeteria, viewing centers, etc. People often romantically shouted, "I go love oooo" when they saw us together. The compliments flowed, swelling my head like those inflated balloons we played with in Primary school. Life was good. I thought it would remain that way. Naivety is a dangerous thing. Onwards to my life as a professional. My spirit was not crushed by the long hours or the mentally challenging problems to which I had to find solution for clients. I was crushed by the psychological challenges, none of them remotely related to work. First, my girlfriend started brooding over the thought of having me yank her off the relationship market, citing the many men readying themselves to have her to themselves, 'men casting their lustful eyes where they have no business' (apologies Soyinka). To wade them off, I engaged her, did a hurried introduction and picked a date for our wedding. When my mom got wind of what I had done, she was vigorously furious. In one of our heated conversations over the phone (she is a permanent resident in the US), she said, "you have lost your head, son. A man should build a career before taking a woman. Women are like handbags. You buy it empty then you fill it with your own possessions on a need-to-use basis." If only I had listened. If only I had learnt how to reign in my impulse. And ever since we had that ugly conversation, my life and career has gone downhill. I have had two major surgeries, and in a few days I will have a third one for an ailment I don't know how I got. I have resigned my position at the firm I work for. I'm considering calling off the engagement and retiring to a quiet part of Nigeria to become a teacher - something I really love doing. My mom hardly calls me. That of my siblings is even worse. I feel alone and deserted, save for my girlfriend. I have shifted blames from my work place to my girlfriend to my family. I have contemplated suicide. None of the thought-out plans seem reasonable enough to help me climb out of the ditch I'm trapped in. James Baldwin was right, "the society has conspired to make me nothing...and it's been deliberate." I am tired. I need to put out the lights, to rest. My mistake and lesson for you? every work place has a stiff-upper-lip attitude to psychological challenges. It is better to avoid them, because if you let it define you, you are on your own. There is no support anywhere. Guard your mind jealously. Make no commitments, unless you can break commitments as fast as you make them. One of my biggest weaknesses is that old school dictum of being a man of my words. Thanks to it, I did myself in. Don't joke with your family. In the end no love is as genuine as that of your mom. I have failed. I need to put out the lights, to start afresh, to rest but I don't know how best to do it. I'm currently in search of rest and tranquility. |
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