Life of a Job Seeker

Let me start by saying some folks can surprise shaaaaa! See guys, I agree people's way of reasoning should differ but I can't help but point out that being educated should do something to the way we reflect.
 Enough with my ranting and let's get straight to business. Today, I attended my first job interview. Yipppieee!!! Since I share my thoughts on everything and anything, I thought to also share this milestone with you my dear reader(s).
 Today started off so nicely, I could write a whole article on how well it began but I'm sure the nitty gritty wouldn't appeal to your sense of suspense  so I'd stick to the basics and hopefully you would learn a thing or two from my experience.
 So my interview was supposed to be for three forty-five according to the mail I received but because I live in Ayobo( a suburb of Lagos), I decided to leave early and be at the venue at exactly 12pm. My twinny forgot a gum in her mouth during her own interview so I made an extra effort to ignore all the mallams and their flashy array of sweets and gum in traffic. That my long throat needed to chill abeg!
 12.05pm, I am seated at the reception area of the ninth floor. How I managed to manipulate the elevator, my dear, another gist for another day! Well, to say I'm tense is just a great understatement. Is it too much to admit that I love this life?  I'm super excited about exploring but to get through to the other side(the employee side) is the deal o. Whilst I'm waiting, I decide to engage my visual organs...Mehn see fine people! Just as I'm taking in my environment, this tall guy ( my God, 95 percent of the female specie like tall guys and I am not excluded but this is also another gist for another day ), complete with thick, dark ,properly nurtured beard breezes in . By now I'm singing "This na temptation " in psquare's voice and my alter ego is already making the necessary beauty checks. In that split second, she adjusts herself about a zillion times, flips out her mirror to check  her hair and face while in reality, I straighten my facial muscles and look on like I'm all about the business and when he turns to look at me, I give my "I'm a puppy and I'm lost" face.
 Praise the Lord, Mr handsome walks on like the bad samaritan that he is and I get back to working my muscles. At about 1.00pm, a beautiful lady walks out of the door adjacent to where we are seated and speaks loudly " the next two persons should come with me". Although it's not my turn ( according to my mail) , I walk straight through the door.
  Fast forward, I'm face to face with two dark skinned ladies. Honestly, I'm hoping my readers won't tell them this  but I'm super scared of dealing with females especially when being interviewed ; it's either the hormone problem or the envy situation. Coming face to face with two ladies kind of knocks out my confidence. Being the observer by instinct, I sense  the lady opposite me isn't giving me the right vibes but the other is just cool!
 "How many followers do we have on instagram? " God! My head screams, how am I supposed to know that but of course I should know that . Sadly ,I've only read the basics so I smile gently and say "I have no idea".
The grilling goes on for some minutes and in truth, I feel like I'm being denied  time to express myself and before I know it, the session is over... the tension...over!
 I'm home now, I really don't know what to make of my session but something else happened that I haven't shared which I will.
 First, the interview came as a complete surprise to me(I never hesperedis!) Mainly because I've been applying and applying for weeks now without success. Then I started to work closely with God, took reading my Bible seriously and I started applying what I've been learning.
 Before I left this morning, I prayed, called my pastor who also prayed for me then surprisingly, I met another of my pastors on my way. He drove me in his Hummer Jeep ( yea, you read right, Hummer) to the closest place I could get a connecting bus and prayed for me. I felt and still feel favoured. With all that anointing, I wondered why I didn't feel like I did well at the interview. But I've received another rhema; God never forsakes His own.
Oops! I forgot my rant ,i'd tell you all about it in my next article. This was entirely about my interview. Peace.
P.s : if you love me, pray for me! Also, I attached a photo of my twinny because I could not take an appropriate picture but that was exactly what I wore without the hair( I wore my wig to protect my natural baby) and since we have been exchanging passport since time immemorial, I don't see why she can't suffice!