Why I made it

Why I made it!!! 

So I honored the invitation for an interview I got online after I left my last job due to the wickedness and psychological trauma I suffered in the hands of my female boss. 

I began to have a phobia for women in power. 

The interview was slated for 9am, by 7am I was already seated to the amusement of the secretary abi receptionist. 

In fact, I came before her as she arrived by 7:30.

When it was 8:30, two other people came in, and surprisingly we were just 3 by 9am.

Apparently it was going to be between the 3 of us.

I was excited as I hated those interviews were a dozen or more people were vying for 1 position.

The boss came in by 12pm, I was almost passing out from hunger as I didn't eat and I didn't have any extra cash with me except my transport fare. 

I simply thought that las Las by 11am, I would be through so I can go and warm my yesterday's indomie hungryman size and eat. 

By 1pm the guy who came last was called first to my shock and dismay, when I complained, the receptionist told me it was Oga's order, then she sent the office assistant to go and get food for her. 

He was using the CV to call the names and not on a first come first serve basis 

After 25 minutes, uncle came out smiling and even tipped the receptionist, it took another 20 minutes for the second name to be called, and this time it was the other guy that was called in, not me. 

The adage, the first shall be the last and the last shall be the first became clearer to me for the first time in my life. 

It was 2:30pm when I was finally called, 5 hours later than the appointed time and 7 hours since my arrival.

The receptionist smiled at me and mouthed good luck, I couldn't smile back as I was too weak to even move my lips, but I nodded as I watched her stand up with her plate of food, I assumed she was going to take her lunch break and I almost begged her to remain for me. 

I went in hungry, angry and very sad about my life

The boss sat down with an unapologetic look on his face.

In fact the anger left and fear creeped in... 

I almost apologized for nothing. 

"Young man I'm sorry but we have already picked our candidate, I simply wanted to tell you in person as courtesy. Better luck else where, shut the door gently behind you." 

I couldn't believe my ears, the funny thing was, he wasn't even looking at me while he was talking, he was chatting on his iPhone. 

I came out deflated and defeated, I sat down on the chair I stood up from seconds ago when a loud noise and even a louder clicking sound from heels startled me... 

A sophisticated looking, short round, fair beautiful looking lady walked in with so much gold and accessories on her she could have been mistaken for a Christmas tree, she wore a very high heeled pair of designer shoes that clicked with every step she took. 

"Why are you looking at me without standing up to get my bag from me, would you get up this instant and take this bag from me you lowlife. I don't know why my husband wouldn't hire smart people." the lady commanded. 

I was shocked beyond words

"Hey, pauper stand the fuck up and take this bag from me quickly." she barked. 

For some reasons I stood up and obeyed. 

"Where's that thing that sits here?" she pointed to the empty receptionist seat. 

"Umm, emm, arrrh, lu...lunch." I stammered 

She had already moved away without even listening to me. 

When we got to the door of the office I was just dismissed from, she snatched the bag from me and even cut me with her artificial nails. 

"That's what you deserve for being slow and stupid. Now get!" she opened the door without knocking and marched in. 

There's just so much negative energy and mistreatment the human mind and body can take, I walked back to the seat and started to cry. 

In fact, I had just made up my mind to use my last money I saved for my transport fare to buy sniper, then come back to this office and drink it in the convenience. 

Suddenly, I heard the infamous heel clicking sound coming close to where I sat, quickly I dabbed my eyes dry with my handkerchief. 

"Hey lowlife, this is the ATM card and the pin is in the paper because I know you poor lot are so dull to cram numbers. Now withdraw N250,000 cash and bring it to me this instant. Current account, and I'm going to the ladies so if you are not back before I'm finished, you are finished, fired, sacked!"

she held her ears while delivering the threat to me like I was a child. 

I stood confused and speechless for a second or two, then I bursted out laughing. 

"Are you retarded?" she asked 

"No ma, I'm just happy that you will consider me worthy to send on an errand. God bless you ma for choosing me, thank you ma." my gratitude and graciousness was so genuine she didn't mistake it for sarcasm. 

She just turned and catwalked away, "imbecile." I heard her call out. 

It's been six months now since I went to withdraw the money, and I'm still laughing very loud while I drink from the most expensive champagne in my hotel room all the way in Miami, overlooking the beach and thinking of the next resort or country to visit and celebrate God's goodness and mercies in my life. 

God is indeed good!

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne