The egg that never hatched

Today, I want to tell you all a story. My story.

It happened not so long ago, and when it did, it wasn't funny at all. It was only on Sunday that I told my sister the truth about what happened that evening...and I was able to laugh about it. We laughed so hard that she sent me out of her house because her tummy had started to hurt...

This is my story- I had actually written a little bit about it here

I was called for an interview with a company. A Legal firm. The position I was being interviewed for was one I had told God I wasn't going to do any more. But I went for it. You know why? Because of the money. My goodness, it was a lot of money. I was so excited that I did the following:

1. I asked God to please block other people's chances and make me get the job. (Selfish, I know, but I needed to wrap my hands around the money)
2. I told a few friends and asked them to pray for me that I get it.
3. I had already travelled out for my vacation, paid for a new car, paid my school fees and even renewed my house rent (Story for another day)

My fiancée kept telling me to stop dreaming about it and focus on God. I tried to, but it was kinda hard...I obviously told God to have His way, that if He didn't want me there then He shouldn't let me get it. I also told Him that He had to give me the job because it would make me happy (talk about a self-willed person!)

Well, I left the office at a few minutes to 5:00pm because the interview was for 5, and it wasn't far from my office. I got there and my first thought was- I hate this neighbourhood. It was in the heart of Lagos Island, (if you have ever been to Lagos Island, you will probably understand! So many cramped houses, too many people helping you mind your business and all). Any way, I got into the building, (very nice one, by the way) and could already imagine myself in my office there!

To cut the long story short, I waited until 8:00pm to enter into the CEO's office. I waited another 45 minutes to finally meet with him. His first statement to me after perusing my CV was that I was a "baby". "No I am not", was my reply, and He said "I said you are a baby" I refused to be bullied so I replied him again in the negative  then the lady sitting beside him said "he means it in terms of your years of experience. (By the way, I have four years of experience; its not much, but it means a lot to me.) The man terrorized me. Asking me all sorts of questions that he had no business knowing the answer to. But it was an interview, and I had to answer the questions. I felt stupid with myself...at some point, my answers to his questions were so dumb that I couldn't believe such statements were being made by me. (e.g. why do you think you want to be a PA here...my dumb-Guinness-Book-of-Records-answer: So I can meet people. Now, that answer made me realize that I did not want the job after all). I was annoyed with myself for thinking about ever working as a PA again...

Anyway, as I finally left the office at past nine, I knew I would not get the job. The tears came as soon as I stepped out of the building, and they did not stop flowing. I cried my heart out for the following reasons:

I had never been so humiliated in my entire life by answering questions as stupidly as I had done

I cried for the car I wouldn't be able to buy in the next 3 months debt free.

I cried for the vacation I would still have to save a lot for

I cried for the school fees I would still pay piece-meal

I cried for thinking that I would get a job I had earlier said I never wanted to do again.

I cried at God for making me go for the interview in the first place...(Oh, yes...after all, I had asked Him specifically not to let me even reach the venue if it wasn't His will)

I cried because Tony was right all along...and I did not want to face him. (for the records, He just made me feel better and was so sweet)

Most of all I cried because all my dreams had just evaporated within hours...that's not a very nice feeling, trust me.

It took me a long time to get over it...so when I saw myself laughing over it on Sunday with Eky, I knew I had gotten over it finally.

This, my people, is the story of the egg that was laid but never hatched.