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My brother just got done with the test. Visit http://www.naijasinglegirl.com for the test questions.

Please send to mediax1960@gmail.com . Thank you very much

All u need to know about the company is here

http://naijasinglegirl.com/this-is-what-happened-to-me-at-a-scam-job-interview-in-ikeja/

goodluck

9jaforlife:
LMAO!!

But something good has come out of this in my opinion...

You got people laughing!

hahaha.

Mediax1960@gmail.com pls

2prexios:
Hillarious indeed. Sometimes back, we were discussing TB Josuah and miracles and healing for HIV. A man express a strong reservation. Then I narrated a story my friend told me about a broke hiv positive fellow who had been surviving on gnld product. when the gnld guy couldnt continue providing the drug for the hiv guy, he took him to sinagog and miracle happened, acodin to my friend. The man I was speaking to ask me to stop for a sec., he said once upon a time his wife was semi paralized and no drug prove effective until they tried gnld. my wife is so strong now thanks to those people, he said. I am not in gnld though a networker. It is a nitche of business, you may not like their idiosyncracies, it is not a scam sir, if it is gnld.

we have heard you Sir

Godmother:
You just made my day once again
I always love reading your articles on ur blog.
Unfortunately, since you moved to your site I have been unable to cos the site hangs a lot when I try to access it using my phone.

so sorry. That would be fixed pls

...my sister and I eventually located the venue. The top floor of a rusty looking two storey building.

We opened the door and found about 18 people sitting in different plastic chairs in one unpolished room. Most of girls looked like SSCE holders, the boys, motor park touts. The supposed interviewer and 2 of his colleagues were giving a motivational speech.

I walked inside squeezing water from my wig after I marked my attendance.

Rich dad, Poor Dad, and Who is Warren Buffet, were written on the board.
The speaker in his ugly looking shoes was just talking nonsense.
It was not an interview, a lecture nor a recruitment conference.
I remembered those scam text messages I usually receive from yahoo boys inviting me for 'briefing/the interview' at Mushin.
That was when I realised I had carried my legs and entered their Ikeja branch for their supposed 'briefing'.
At that point I knew I was f***ed. I just wanted to take off my wet wig and hang it on their standing fan to dry.

"Young Lady, you and your friend are an hour late! Have you ever heard of Warren BuffET?" The speaker asked me with particular emphasis on the 'et'.
"I have never heard of him" I replied.
"What of Bill Gates?"
"I don't know him."
"Wale Haardenugua?"
"I don't"
"Dangote?"
"Nope."

My 'classmates' were all staring at me with pity in their eyes. I was amused when I noticed the naive guy beside me was attentively scribbling notes of all the speaker said.
Basically, the theme of the 'briefing' was to discourage us from seeking paid employment so we could partner with them. The guy in charge told us salary is for losers and the system of working for people had collapsed as far back as 1971. He was going to train us how to become our own BOSS and overnight millionaires.
That was rich coming from a man who looked like poverty ambassador.
Occasionally my sister would give me side glances and both of us would burst into laughter. The speaker colleagues noticed our behaviour and took over with the presentation. The first thing he did was switch our seats. Then he unplugged the standing fan and told us ingrates don't deserve to be this comfortable.
Imagine! Standing fan is now a luxury.
He called me a member of PDP (People Discouraging People from success according to him) and told my sister to keep off from me if she needed to be chosen for the 'final interview'. My sister suddenly became cooperative and I thought she had been hypnotised.
Normally, I would have walked out or shot them but I stayed back for these three reasons.

1. I needed a story for Naijasinglegirl's blog.
2. I was anxious to see where it was going to end. Probably the 'motivational speakers' were going to ask for offering.
3. I was expecting refreshments at the end of the briefing.

All along they never mentioned the name of their company, what exactly they do to make money, how we come in and how they were going to help us. After another hour of talking TRASH, he stated only a quarter of us would be lucky enough to be called for the final phase the next day. A 5-question psychometric test was given to us and my sister and I intentionally answered all my questions wrong.
The company's name 'BOSS RESOURCES" was written on the question paper.

They told us only the serious ones would be contacted the next day. That marked the end of the interview, briefing or whatever it was.
I couldn't believe I wasted my time, transportation money and got beaten in the rain for that nonsense. I looked up the company on Nairaland and found out they were scammers who had the intentions of milking dry all of us. This was a company that had its details only on OLX of all websites
We were still in traffic when both of us received our invitation sms. If they were indeed genuine, how come I made it to the final stage after the insubordinate attitude I put up there?

This is a summary of the post culled from

http://naijasinglegirl.com/this-is-what-happened-to-me-at-a-scam-job-interview-in-ikeja/

olukenzo:
Reminds me of the previous thread, equally hilarious. Perhaps this is fiction, IDK.

its the same naijasinglegirl that wrote that. Believe me once you begin job hunting, you've got to brace yourself for insults and nonsense

Mayosky15754:
FP material.....

Naija single gurl has made my day.....

just had to repost from her blog

I stumbled on one job vacancy seeking graduates as air hostesses for a renowned airline. Unlike other vacancies, there were no criteria so I hurriedly applied for the position.

Before I go on, I'm a sucker for agege bread. I can't go a day without buying soft fresh bread from the iya mora by my gate.
One early morning, I sent my cousin to buy me bread as usual and when she returned with my package, she told me the iya mora and her five kids had been hit by the worst apollo she has ever seen. According to her, You would think someone plucked out their eyeballs and soaked it in a pot of tomatoes sauce.

Little did we know the generous iya mora had added her apollo as the final ingredient to the bread I bought.

My cousin was the first casualty. Then every member of my household caught the apollo virus except me. I showed no empathy to others plight cos I usually move around with the notion that a ratchet disease like apollo can never be my fate. All I did was make fun of them.

One Sunday evening, I received a phone call inviting me for the air hostess interview. It was slated for 9am the following day.
Since the venue was at the Island, I woke up as early as 6:30am to get prepared.
I had thought the headache, heavy eyes lids, blurred vision and fever I felt when I showered were signs of drowsiness until I pulled out a mirror to apply my makeup.
My screams were loud enough to wake the entire neighbourhood.
I saw UGLY and ANGRY!
Of all celebrities on earth to contact apollo from, it had to be an agege bread seller!
My eyes were bloodshot, slightly closed and mucus mixed with tears were streaming down my eyes.
My own apollo was a combination of the one iya mora and 5 her kids suffered. It was like I was being punished by the god of apollo for dodging the apollo virus all my life.

But money was to be made. Amidst the pain and my poor sight, I put on a red dress to match my red eyes, threw one rayban shades into my handbag and dashed out of the house.
Do you know the iyamora saw my eyes on my way out and had the guts to hide her face and her kids from looking at me. This life...

When I got there, I took my seat among five other applicants. Apparently, the airline sent a recruiting firm to handle their recruitment process.
One rude fat girl with maggi sized head was in charge of the recruitment process. I greeted her politely but she returned my greeting with a hiss.

When it got to my turn, rather than call me out by my name, the uncouth girl referred to me as Madam Blind Bartimeus.
A height measuring scale was placed in front of me to stand.

"Abeg Abeg shortie! If you are really serious about this job, gain at least 2inches in height before the next interview on Friday!" She told me cruelly.

I didn't say a word. Where on earth was I supposed to borrow two spare inches from at this my menopausal age? Me that got stunted at 14 despite the sacks of beans my mum feed me for ten years.

"Take off those cheap glasses let me see your face." she ordered.
I took it off in slow motion and placed it on her table as the mucus and tears streamed down my half closed eyes.
She busted into laughter when I looked at her.
"So you want to enter plane and scare the airline passengers with this your ugly eyes?"
I ignored her again.
"Wait oh! Or are you crying because I called you short?"
"I'm not crying. I have pink eyes." I stated politely.
I called it pink eyes because that's an oyinbo and less embarrassing name for apollo.

"Isn't that apollo you are calling pink eyes ke? All these ajebotas won't kill us with grammar." One of the busybody applicants cut in.
Immediately I affirmed I was suffering from conjunctiva, the fat girl took me to the extreme of the hall and quarantined me there.
Five minutes after, she came back holding my Rayban by the R and flung it on me..
I have never felt so humiliated!

One hour passed, the entire hall was empty except for fatty and I. She still didn't deem it fit to complete my screening process. Most annoying part of everything were the crocodile tears of the apollo running down the cheeks of a phlegmatic soul like me.
No one speaks to Naijasinglegirl like dirt and gets away with it!

Since the locozuna sized recruitment agent was on a mission to stigmatise me like I had Ebola, I was going to show her bola!

I began coughing and staggered dramatically to where she sat.

"You would have to excuse me...I just remembered I have not swallowed my morning dosage of the drugs I'm taking..." I paused and sneezed on her face.
She gasped in shock.
"...for my ebola." I completed my sentence before she could curse me for pouring mucus on her face.
Her mouth was agape. She was took shaken to say a word 'after I gave her Ebola'
Her lame expression restored my confidence.
"Meanwhile, you can also keep my job for yourself, that is if you lose at least 60kg before Friday. You know if you enter plane with this your size, your fufu weight will just crash this plane." I blurted out and slammed the door.

That's how Naijasinglegirl lost out on her last job interview.
culled from http://www.naijasinglegirl.net

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