This week has been such a revelation to me and my humble and awesome life. I had been longing to be called an employed Kenyan. It all came true this week as I formally started job. Though am yet to get to the office, the hell, I am in the payroll. I am not willing to pass the chance of telling you what I learnt.
I should listen to the alarm more carefully
Weeks of being unemployed made me develop this bad habit of sleeping soundly. This type of sleeping involved waking up earliest at 9. It also involved not hearing any kind of noise despite the fact that it is emanating from an object that is few centimeters away from my ears. In some instances I wanted to wake up at 7 to do something, so I set my alarm to wake me up. I still woke up at 9 as usual. I became concerned that I could funk my first day in job. Living alone did not help things. I had to outsource some help. I told a pal to call my ass till it woke up. It worked. My dad is such a superhuman. His herculean awesomeness (which I inherited BTW) of sensing a problem 400 kms away came to play. He made sure that he called me every day at 6.30 pretending to ask me stuff like: whether my house has water, it’s raining, they’re going for some funeral, whether I made tea etc. we all know he wanted to ensure that I was awake.
Recruitment is never fair for all universities
The first thing I noted when I met with my peers is that I was never given an opportunity to share a kesses joke with someone who understood it. I mean I was the only one from Moi uni. This is what I learnt: employers take into serious consideration of the location of your university from Nairobi city. That is the only explanation for the ridiculously large number of UON guys among those selected. Despite what you hear, it is not a level playing ground for graduates from all universities. Through career fairs and other meeting, these guys knew each other before even coming for the interview. Am kinda upset about it. I feel I should write a post of its own about this issue, but I will end up brushing guys studying in universities far from Nairobi area the wrong way.
Am still whack with names
I just confirmed the fact that my ability to master other people’s names is similar to the ability of beckham to hit the ball in a straight line. No wonder I was not good in chemistry. I have battled with pretending to know some names the whole week because I do not really know them. I am thinking if somebody came right at me and slapped me, his/her name will be instantly saved in my RAM. I might as well use that method when push comes to slap. I wonder if the result would be the same if I slapped/spanked that person
Public holidays are a big blessing from God
You know when you are in college or at home, you have the ability of making any of the five working days a holiday for yourself at any moment. It is at your own discretion. When you are working, as I came to find out, you can kiss 673,902 feet for that ability yet you will not be given. So when a state holiday comes in the middle of the week, it is such a blessing. It is worth kneeling down and shouting, ‘thank you God!’. That what I felt like for this week’s Mashujaa day.
Buffet lunches and Cocktail are not alien anymore
So the boy from the village got the opportunity to take lunch among the political and financial big shots of Kenya. This is the fast life everybody asks for. I know it will end somewhere next week but it was worth it. If I was good at names I would have told you the names of foods I have sampled so far. Then there was a cocktail. I hope you will not laugh if I said I did not really get what it meant till I attended one.
The longing-for-a-job hype is not worth it
It dawned on me that that straight-from-campus hype of wanting to go straight into the work place is not really worth it. It dies in the instance you realize you are expected to be at your office every morning for the rest of your unforeseeable life. There is no lazy days anymore. There is no forgetting to wake up anymore. There is no jeans and some Tshirt on a Tuesday anymore. It is a life of restriction. There is even no time of eyeing chicks along the streets of Nairobi. Then there is this hype that one will definitely long for: the straight-from-job-now-in-my-own-business hype. I wish it happened tomorrow.
My CEO is such a guy
Our CEO is one funny guy. He doesn’t have letter R in his thickly accented vocabulary. The good part is that he knows it and informs you about it all the time. That is so helpful. For instance, he made me notice that when he said ‘blood’, he meant ‘brand’. So noble of him.
Boom box playlist:
Just begun – Talib Kweli, Mos Def, J Cole, Jay Electronika
Tell em I said that – T.I
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