I wake up the next day with a pounding headache. Maybe all that excitement from the night before has finally caught up to me. I feel like i have shards of glass piercing my head. As I stir in bed, I work hard to stifle a groan. Grace will probably kill me if I disturb her beauty sleep at this point.
I pick up my phone and check the time, I almost lose consciousness. It's 7am! And i have a job interview by 8!
I jump up from the bed, wincing slightly at the ache in my head. I head to my wardrobe, take two pills of paracetamol and head for the shower. I shower and dress in seven minutes flat! That's a record breaker for me.
Rushing out of the house, I wonder how I'll beat the Lagos traffic at this hour. Getting this interview wasn't easy at all, I had to call in several favours and I can't afford to lose it out of carelessness.
I finally decide to ride on a commercial bike.Although I'll have my hair all over the place, I will be sure to get there faster than I would with a bus, especially in the traffic.
A few minutes later, I start to regret my hasty decision as my spine bears the brunt of every port hole hit by the careless bike rider.
"Mr.Man, take it easy, do you want to break my back?" I yell, trying to make myself heard over the bustling sound of traffic.
"Sorry Madam, you know these roads aren't good" He replies, sounding not a little bit contrite.
I grumble as I feel another hit on my sacral bone when we drive through another porthole. At this rate, I will have a sore butt for months.
We finally arrive at the venue for the interview, I pay the driver, thankful to have made it in one piece. I press lightly on the lower part of my spine just to make sure everything is in order.
I stretch my sore muscles a bit, then put my clothes and scattered hair in order. Using my phone screen, I give myself a final once over. Satisfied that I look "cooperate" enough, I walk towards the given interview location.
When I finally stand in front of the building, I am barely able to keep my mouth closed. The place is a joke! The paint on the walls are chipped and faded and there seems to be on it, is that mold?
Ewww!
I try not to cringe as I walk in, hoping the inside isn't as bad as the outside. Oh,no. it's worse!
When I get to the offices, I am met by a receptionist who directs me to the general waiting area. As I walk in, I see that there are a few women already seated. Apparently, the position is gender specific. Who knew only women are employed as office assistants. For some reason, I find this a bit unsettling. I get even more uncomfortable as more women in their early or late twenties arrive as I wait for my turn, trying not to let my back touch the moldy wall as I sit. Urgh! I'll probably get sick from breathing around here alone.
I receive a text from Ray asking about my health and I reply that I am better, feeling bad that I have to lie to him, again. I think about telling about the interview for a minute, but finally brush it off. A girl has too much pride.
I start to feel a little cold as I wait, so I rub my hands against my arms roughly.
One would think that they would be able to keep to time to make up for the dreary building they work in.
Thirty minutes after I was supposed to have interviewed, I hear my name called and I walk toward the office feeling slightly nervous.
As I get into the office, I sit facing my interviewer. A fat man with double jaws and beady eyes that travel round my body, maybe checking for presentability, who knows?
He asks me basic questions, scribbling wildly at a piece of paper in front of him.I am pretty sure it's not the little I have said that has him writing the essay in front of him.I mean,the basic intro I have given can't have had him filling an A4.
When he is done writing God knows what,he finally looks up, adjusting his glasses on his bulbous nose.
"So,young lady,why do you think you are fit for this job?" He asks, staring at me above the rims of his glasses.
"Oh,I have good time management skills and I interact well with other people" I say, feeling a trickle of sweat travel down my cleavage.
I know I am dressed coperately,but, how can an office like this have no ventilation? I wonder as I start to feel sweat pooling at unmentionable parts of my body.
If I had been paying any attention to him instead of my surroundings,I would have noticed the lascivious smile on his face as he stared at my breasts through my slightly damp long sleeved shirt.
He rubs a hand across his stubbled cheek and asks;
"How well do you interact with people?"
"Well enough" I reply,not liking the look in his eyes.
"I hope you know that I am the key determinant in this interview.If I do not like you,you don't get the job." He says, wetting his lips slightly.
I laugh nervously,hoping to the high heavens that he isn't implying what I think.
"It's just a small case of scratch my back and I scratch yours"He says, grabbing his crotch lightly.
I just sit there, looking at him,at a loss for what to say.I don't even know what to feel.Disgust? Outrage? Annoyance?
I made sure to dress conservatively today so as not to give anybody the wrong impression.But as always,it doesn't take a man more than a pair of breasts for all good sense to fly through the window.
I slowly rise from my seat, bending slowly across the table.I can see excitement clearly written over his vile face.Oh,he has no idea what he is about to get.
As soon as I am close enough,I slap him as hard as I can, making sure to dish enough for him and other nasty men across the universe.
It's unfortunate that he had to serve as a scapegoat for all the men like him that had taken advantage of me before now,but I make sure to put enough force into the slap.
"Go to hell" I tell him, walking out of there,not even caring to see how he reacts because I can bet a million dollars that he won't be getting out of that chair in a long time.
I do not hear a single sound from his office,I just smile.Its apparent the "nutty professor" has a reputation to uphold.Its irritating that he would think I would "scratch" his "back" for the position of an assistant.Eeeew!!
As soon as I get into the waiting area,I look at all the ladies sitting there and say;
"Run for your lives,he is an abusive goat"
It is amazing how some of the women I left behind seemed to have made it out of the building even before I did. The others...Well, let's say they really need that job.
As soon as I get downstairs,I pick my phone and dial Ray's number,ready to tell him what just went down.Pride be damned, I am too angry to even give a fuck.
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