Its Ok to Quit!

Hey there!!!

It feels so good to be here with you. Life is just beautiful. With each day, people and all the experience, it just never gets any better, right?

I have something and I want to share it. I know its a bit long, but please, its worth a read! Jeff Haden Says its ok to quit. See for yourself below…

Quitting means failing… so for a hard-charging, goal-achieving, quota-surpassing business superstar, failure is never an option, right?

Yet it should be, because quitting is sometimes the best thing you can do.

The following is a guest post from Paul Jarvis, web designer and author of The Good Creative: 18 ways to make better art. (While I’m the farthest thing from an artist, it’s a great book for anyone who wants to create and build anything… including a company.)

Here’s Paul:

The old adage, “A quitter never wins and a winner never quits,” tells us to slog on when things aren’t working and tough it out until they do. (Nerdy fact: The quote is from Napoleon Hill’s Think and Grow Rich. It’s often inaccurately attributed to Vince Lombardi, who probably had a better marketing team.)

Me? I’m basically a serial quitter.

I quit university. I quit my one and only real job. I quit several startups I founded. I quit yoga (then I quit quitting yoga.) I quit consuming meat, dairy, and gluten. I sometimes quit paid web design projects. I’ve even quit living in several cities, packing up in a huff, and flipping the bird from the moving truck on the way out of town (that’s another story.)

We don’t want to be known as quitters, as someone who just couldn’t hack it. So quitting is equated with failure.

But like most things in life it’s not that black and white. For example, we wouldn’t consider ourselves failures if we quit being addicted to heroin. Or if we quit a job with a verbally abusive boss. Or if we quit running marathons because the muscles holding our legs together were deteriorating to the point that if we continued we’d end up paralyzed.

These are extreme examples, but still, they help illustrate that quitting isn’t always the ultimate disgrace. But what if the situation isn’t as extreme?

Most entrepreneurial experts, motivational speakers and pro-sports coaches say you can’t give up. They say giving up is the only sure way to failure. Hell, I’ve written versions of that in my books, too.

I guess I’m quitting that opinion now…

… because I’ve realized that I love quitting.

There’s a feeling that washes over me the second I either act on quitting or tell myself that I’ve just quit something: it’s absolute relief. Sweet, sweet relief. As if a fog has cleared in my brain and my shoulders can now drop back to their normal position instead of being stuck all the way up by my ears.

Sunk Cost Bias

But quitting is not easy; quite the opposite. This is due to something fancy folks (psychologists) call sunk cost bias.

Basically we all have a greater tendency to keep going with something once we’ve invested in it. When time, money and/or effort are involved we feel we need to justify depleting those resources with a favorable outcome… by using more of those resources. We don’t want to feel like we’ve wasted our resources so we keep going.

And by then we’ve invested even more, so we really can’t quit now. Even if it’s not working out or not fulfilling us or achieving the results we really want.

It’s like buying tickets to a fancy play that ends up being boring, but we’ve already spent money on tickets, driven an hour to the theater and sat through half of it… so we might as well stick it out until the end, wasting even more of our time, even though we know there’s a negative return on investment.

As a result of this bias we tend to stay the course or even invest additional resources in bad decisions in a futile attempt to make the initial decision seem worthwhile. We can’t quit now–we’ve got skin in the game.

Operating on Limited Resources

Bringing it back to myself and other self-employed creatives, sunk costs really hit at a personal level because we’re doing things on our own. We’re the boss, we’re in charge, and it’s on us if things don’t go well.

For almost all of us though, we’ve overcome this bias before. We’ve all quit jobs that had steady pay and some level of certainty. We were dissatisfied or craved more and decided to quit. We beat bias. (Let’s high five later!)

But then when we start to work for ourselves and something’s not working, or no longer fulfilling or not achieving the results we’d hoped for, we mostly try and just push through. I know I’m guilty of that.

So we soldier on, thinking we’re making the right choice… but really, we aren’t making any choice.

By not quitting, we’re saying no to all other opportunities. We’re saying no to trying different routes or options, or doing something in a new way. We’re saying no to spending our time, money and effort elsewhere.

Uncertainty is Scary

We do this because quitting involves uncertainty. At least if we don’t quit, we have a clearer idea of our direction. Saying no means we may not be sure what’s next, which can often seem scarier than simply continuing on with the thing that isn’t working.

But I’ve reached the conclusion that 9 times out of 10, choosing to quit is more important than toughing it out.

Quitting is a direct action that leads to a more thoughtful and efficient way of spending our limited resources. There’s value in choice, in quitting, and in accepting that neither is failure. Quitting is really just opening up to new, possibly unknown, opportunities. Yes, it could lead to everything going to shit, but if it’s already gone to shit, why not quit?

And if you think through your post-quitting steps beforehand, your world won’t necessarily come crashing down instantaneously.

When to Throw In the Towel

So how do we know when is the right time to quit, since this decision is laced with fear and uncertainty?

Honestly, there’s no way to tell the right time–unless you invent a time machine (and then there are certain time travel paradoxes to consider). But when whatever we’re doing isn’t improving even after substantial effort, then that’s a good sign quitting should be at least considered.

We can consider quitting for lots of other good reasons too: we’re allowed to change our minds, we’re allowed to say no, and that we aren’t perfect. And really, most of the time, no one but us cares if we quit or not. Our perceived massive failures, especially when it comes to our work, aren’t even blips on other people’s radars.

Having said that, there are definitely crappy ways to quit something. Grace, especially when others are involved, is important. Burning bridges isn’t a great idea.

Mostly though, we need to re-think our opinion of quitting. Admitting and learning from mistakes can be far more valuable than persistence and perseverance.

Quitting what isn’t working opens up room to work on what might work better.

So to me the quote should be more like: “A quitter sometimes wins and a winner sometimes quits.” Just attribute it to Vince Lombardi.

Shut Down Sometimes…

I shared a post with friends on Facebook some weeks ago. It was an amazing video that discussed distraction. Social media distraction. You should see it. It sparked up some realities. Despite its simple cover and beautiful rhymes, it didn’t take long before the message sang in. We all are guilty. I am even guilty the most. Check it out in this link – http://blog.petflow.com/a-video-everyone-needs-to-see/

Every day we struggle to pull ourselves together. From the moment we open our eyes at dawn till we close them at night. Some even carry the thoughts in their minds while they sleep. It’s amazing how little things like our gadgets control us. Thank God for technology, innovation, creativity and all we have. It has bettered our lives. We could even say it’s the best thing that happened to man. We’re grateful for it. We just forget to realize that we made these things, it didn’t make us. Most of us are confined to these machines. It should be other way. 

This is more than addiction. We are enslaved. It’s pathetic because we’re almost helpless. I do not want to go on and on about this. I’m sure we’ve heard and seen enough incidences. People missing out on great life opportunities, becoming isolated and actually forgetting to even live, all thanks to ‘Smart gadgets’ and ‘Social media’. Don’t get me wrong. These things are beautiful to have and own. But do we actually own them? My point exactly!

This is how you know. For only a day, do away with all gadgets, phones, electronic notes/tabs/pads and computers. You should do this when you’re not at work, so you’ll really feel the impact of the exercise. You can read a book, go visiting friends, go to the mall/take a walk, do anything but don’t be in contact with a gadget. Let’s see how that works. If you don’t miss your phone in 10, 20, 30 minutes or in the next hour, then try it for a second day. I bet you won’t survive that one. lol. But really, the point here is; own your life and everything in it. If you’re losing it, then take off some time.  Shut down from the distraction.  Regain control of your Life and live it to the fullest. 

 

Hold On! Dear Chibok Girls. You’re Not Alone.

chibok girls

…It’s over a month now. All we hear are stories, pictures, videos, promises, even jokes. Our girls are still not home, or in school where they were forcefully taken, but ought to be. Not returned to the comforts of their loved ones. Sad. Pathetic. Annoying. I could just go on …It just doesn’t make any sense. Why the innocent girls? For whatever reasons, they do not deserve this. No one deserves such treatment! So inhumane!!!

Honestly speaking, we haven’t done enough.  First we failed to prevent this, now the innocents suffer.  Even now that the storm is almost swallowing us, we are almost helpless! Or hopeless I should say? As each day passes, I can’t imagine what those girls go through, the pains their loved ones suffer. Things are never going to be the same. Everybody is hurt. A lot of damage is done. But Hold on! It’ll be alright soon.

I haven’t been here in a while. I didn’t even think I’ll be here today. I was just listening to radio, online. There was this song playing, R.E.M’s ‘Everybody hurts’. Never heard the song before but somehow, I thought the song was a sweet relief. Been having a great day, rather than say otherwise. But the song, as it played…My heart immediately reached out to our dear Chibok girls. Since the awful incident, no day passes that I don’t think of them. But then, I guess I’ll say, what can I do? Most of us feel that way, helpless! But we have hope. We can’t let that one go. I found the song lyrics inspiring. I hope you feel the same way. You can listen on this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijZRCIrTgQc. If not, just follow the lines below.

“Everybody Hurts” by R.E.M, dedicated to Chibok Girls, Their Grieving Families and Loved Ones…

 

When your day is long

And the night, the night is yours alone

When you’re sure you’ve had enough

Of this life, well hang on

 

Don’t let yourself go

‘Cause everybody cries

And everybody hurts sometimes

 

Sometimes everything is wrong

Now it’s time to sing along

When your day is night alone (Hold on, hold on)

If you feel like letting go (Hold on)

If you think you’ve had too much

Of this life, well hang on

 

Everybody hurts

Take comfort in your friends

Everybody hurts

Don’t throw your hand, oh no

 

Don’t throw your hand

If you feel like you’re alone

No, no, no, you are not alone

 

If you’re on your own in this life

The days and nights are long

When you think you’ve had too much of this life to hang on

 

Well, everybody hurts sometimes

Everybody cries

Everybody hurts sometimes

And everybody hurts sometimes

 

So hold on, hold on

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Everybody hurts

 

 

Easter Fun Things Must Do…

Yay!!! Singing… Holiday is coming, We are going home…familiar with that song? You should.

Those good old days in primary school when we used to sing and march to that song, It was with so much vigour. We would march out from the Assembly Ground, face lit with smiles and full of energy. We felt like ‘Nothing can stop us now’, not even the enormous home work or assignments, they bombarded us with. Lol! Our teachers too were relieved of our troubles. They never show their excitements like us, but at least I know. I’m sure we gave them hell of troubles everyday. They are just happy to dismiss us as fast as they can, so they can escape to their peaceful lives. I’m reliving those moments now because I’m actually going on HOLIDAY. Yipee!!!

You can perceive the excitement in my voice, right? Yea! I am actually very excited.

We’ve all been waiting for this break. I have, since January.  Its officially the first long break this year, asides the muslim festive holidays which is only two days. The Easter Holiday is finally here. For people like us who have lined up plenty activities for this period, Go on! Make your dreams come true!!! I intend to have my fun, to the fullest. Here are my EFTMDs, (pronounced FTMD, meaning Easter-Fun-things-Must-Do-s)…

1. The first, on my EFTMD is Sleep. Yea, I know. Don’t give me that ‘Are you serious’ look. Sleep is fun! I just love my sleep. But you know, this Lagos-Life is not easy. Everyone is on the edge, all the time. You have to beat traffic. You have to get to work early. You have to meet target, etcetera…For these my precious four days, I’m just going to shut down. Sink in my cozy bed and Sleep till my eyes scream STOP!

2. I’ve been scooping the net for new recipes. I just want to treat myself and my loved ones to a new, nice tasty dish. Something very special and easy. So yes! Cooking is my number 2 EFTMD.

3. Holidays are bonding times. Catch up on old buddies, reunite with friends and bond more with family. It just seem like the perfect time, after all the daily routines one go through in a typically busy Lagos-life.

4. If there’s time, I hope there’ll be. I intend to go visiting. See something or somewhere new.

5. A ha! this last EFTMD is tagged ‘High Priority’. I intend to just cozy up/ pamper me in the best and less stressful way possible. But i need some doo to do that, don’t I? lol. I gat it covered!

So dear friend, Do something fun this Holiday. Love Yourself. Love Your Neighbour. Have a Fun Easter Holiday and I’ll see you around! Ciao!!!

Let’s talk, Shall we ?

…when a conversation starts with those two phrases, especially between a man and a woman (lovers), or a boss and an employee, you’ll think there’s fire on the mountain. Something must have gone wrong that needs addressing or to be concluded. But it’s not always so, at least not in the advanced worlds or with even matured minds.

Talking is a good thing. I’m so sure of it. I do not mean this in a bad way, no. Talking about a thing can change the conditions of that thing, for worse or the best. In communication, we bring our thoughts and intentions to the fore, thats why there’s the sender, receiver, message, medium and feedback. Since we can’t know what a person thinks, talking brings us close to understanding a person’s thought process.

Earlier this week, I was offended. I was upset that a friend took advantage of me. I mean, friends do that all time, it shouldn’t be news anymore right? Yea! This time, it got me. I thought it has got to the brim, I had to bare my mind, but I waited for the other party (* the offender* lol) to come to terms of the offence, you know and just talk and laugh over it as usual, but it seem I was to wait forever.

In a nutshell, I approached the person and we got things sorted out. I know this person to a very large extent. I knew expecting an immediate apology will never happen, but I had hoped for once, I’ll be proven wrong.  So what point am I trying to expatiate on here? You’ll understand in a bit. Over time, communicating with people show their personality and that way, you’ll know how to behave or react when something happens. If you still don’t understand this, then try another approach. *wink*

Communication is the bedrock and ‘grease’ of any human phenomena (Even Animals communicate, lol).  From our private everyday lives, to business, social, religious, corporate, marital, family and even within self, communication is continuous and inevitable. It’s one of those natural gift. I only wish that communication can be amassed for more positive causes, because talking without taking the necessary actions would only mean a waste of time.

I’m glad I decided to say ‘Can we have a quick word?’ (Yea, it’s another lighter substitute for let’s talk, shall we? lol) We are just fine now. No sweat, no pain. Whoosh! It’s all gone with the wind. Well, I didn’t say it’ll be that easy for lovers or the boss-employee scenario, lol. So get talking if you want to see some change happen. Talking is a good thing!

Welcome Change With A Big Warm Hug!

I sat in that Danfo Bus. The one I boarded from Ikate bus-stop to Ajah, after the close of work. Amid the constant jerking and siren-blasting, my mind traveled. It always did when I’m alone. This time, it was long gone, to the past, present and what the future could possibly unfold. My visit to the future was short. i usually don’t stay long there. I knew I had very little choice in the matter. I can do all the planning and paint a fantastic picture, but then, God pronounces the final verdict.

Going back to the past, i did that alot. I amuse myself with it. It also makes me re-strategize. On one of those time travels, I stumbled on a time two years ago. It was mid 2012. I had just finished serving (NYSC) and was retained at a big media establishment in Kogi state capital, Lokoja. It was the place of my primary assignment, *one of the big fish in state at that time*.

With the new job, there was this satisfaction that i didn’t have to hustle for a job placement like the thousands of my mate. It gave me so much fulfilment ( I am not celebrating other people’s misfortune o, don’t misunderstand me please). I give my best in what I do, but like they say, Life’s race is not for the swift nor the strongest but divine grace…

Ok, I’m doing just fine with my new job. No worries! Except a few, which is peculiar with ladies of my age (worry over material things). Life seem fun and smooth, but I knew that wasn’t all it can be. I always plunge further, maintaining an open mind.  A new adventure, new career, new love and a new family in a totally new environment (Well, not so new, considering that i had lived there for a year).

After two months, I thought I was settled in, to begin a life of my own. Totally independent, but I was wrong. I received a mail from a post graduate school in lagos. It was an invitation to study. I had applied to the school, like a month ago, when I saw an advertisement online, asking for female Delta State Indigenes to apply. I decided to give it a shot.

Talking about how I got lucky? Well, I can’t say for sure. It certainly wasn’t all my doing. I like to surf the internet, checking out the latest (news), new opportunities, career, friendship, places and the likes. That was how I stumbled on it. The Scholarship. Later on, I realised it wasn’t a trial, It was meant to be.

I accepted the offer, but it wasn’t certain. I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave. I loved my comfort. The fact that I was doing ok. The peace, serenity, easy-quiet-small-community life. Lokoja had all that. Lagos was the direct opposite, or so I thought. I can’t survive there, not for long. The noise, traffic, hyper-activeness, on-the-go-kinda-life. ARRRGH! Lagos is a different world. And so, I continued to debate, weighing all the options.

As delighted as I was about the scholarship offer, I was also sad. Flush of worries swept me. I was constantly in that phase for weeks, because change came knocking. I had to move, that i didn’t find comfortable. I did it anyways. I hesitated, I grumbled,  gave excuses but I should have saved myself from all that pain. I should have said Welcome! Change. Should have smiled at it and given it a big warm hug!

The Edge… (Concluding part)

I waited for hours. People who came after me, went in and left. I was still waiting to be called. I blame the receptionists for that. It was their fault. We (the interviewees) were supposed to write down our details in the visitors’ log book as we came, because we will only be attended to, according to the list (a fact that I discovered when it was already too late), but somehow they forgot to tell us that that was how it worked.

After two hours, I was getting restless. I only informed my team-head and my two seat-mates. It shouldn’t take more than two hours, I said to them. I had hoped things would go as planned, forgetting that it wasn’t really my call to make.

By 1pm, there were still five interviewees to attend to, before me. That time, the HR lady came to tell us that the panel was going for a one-hour lunch break, interview session resumes after 2pm. I was becoming furious now. I quickly called her attention, ‘Hello’ and she replied, Yes Please? ”Eeem, I have been here since before 10, I had hoped that the interview won’t take more than an hour but obviously, it’s taking time. Please can I re-schedule? I have to go back to work now”, I said. She smiled (as if that would change anything) and replied, ”we are really sorry to have kept you this long, but please, just wait a little while more, You should be done by 3”. Maybe she didn’t hear me, so I reiterated, ”I really have to go back to work, can I re-schedule?” She gave me that official sympathetic look and said, ‘I’m sorry. I’ll advice you wait, unless you don’t mind… the truth is, there are thousands of applicants, we call them in batches. Now is your turn, you may not be called for another interview after now’. (She concluded with that look that insinuated you better wait!) So I said ok, I’ll wait, reluctantly.

By 2:42, they finally resumed. I’m so sure of this because my eyes did not leave my wristwatch (figuratively o, lol). I kept tabs on time, even when my mind constantly tried to distract it with thoughts of worry. The conversation continued all the while I waited. The thing is, I did not tell my team-head the exact story. The one you now know. How could I have told him I was going for an interview? That I was thinking of leaving when I had barely worked a month. And for a better place. Who says that? Really. I didn’t think it was a right thing to say, even so, I was just going to break the news when I get the job offer. So the excuse was simply; ‘Hi, please I have to be somewhere by 10. Should be back in an hour. And he said, ok. This conversation was on Skype o, he didn’t even ask for details. See how lucky I was? Yea, I thought so too.

As I joggled between these two worlds (that is my worrisome mind and my tired, restless body), Melvin walked in. Of course you know him. The latest Big Brother Africa Celeb. He didn’t win sha, but he’s famous for it (having participated in about three contests and coming so close to winning). I guess it’s not always about winning, is it? He’s a star now. The media is all over him and his savvy counterpart, what’s her name again? Remind me. Oh yes, I remember now, Beverly Osu. So Melvin is at the reception, waiting also to be called in (just like me, that’s a consolation, sheh). Well, not for my kind of business o. hahahahahahhaha. At least, not a job interview. They (the presenters) wanted him on radio. Always poking, you know, they want an update. ”What’s the latest with you since after BBA? Tell us what you’re up to? Who’s the lucky girl? We gathered from a reliable source that you bagged an endorsement deal from one of the telecom giants, tell us about it? Bla bla bla…That kind of thing. Anyways, I soon exited that Melvin-media-paparazzi-thought and sank in my own worry.

The moment finally came. We should set the drums rolling, right? Yea we should. By the time they called my name, I knew I was done. There was nothing more to give. I was tensed. I didn’t know where the tension came from, maybe it’s from waiting too long. But I’ve come too far, to let this happen. I can’t just give up. So I said a prayer to my guardian angel and tried heavy-breathing. I think the therapy worked for a split second, my heart almost exploded the next second . I braced myself and walk in to the interview room. The Panel were familiar faces. All three of them, I knew to some extent. They acknowledged my presence based on that same familiar level too. I was at rest and assured, I had the edge right? Yea, I felt so.

The panel said I had to present news, as real as it can be, for television. They gave me a moment to sieve through the script. In ten seconds, I started to read from the script I was given, but my shaky voice and hands easily betrayed me. I begged to start again. Viola! Wish granted. But after the first two lines, I was back again, at the same spot (tensed spot). I got plenty of re-takes, chances to correct the mistakes I made, my news presentations I mean. (I must have tried more than five times). Maybe it’s the edge working. I don’t think the other applicants got these chances, but i did. I had the edge.

I left the room depleted. Except by divine intervention, I resolved that it was a lost case. I won’t say exactly that I flopped. I mean…, I had the edge. I used it. Let me give you the recap, I applied very late. Out of the thousands, I still was lucky to be invited, plus I saw my old colleagues again, etcetera etcetera. I’m not rejoicing o or justifying  my… what do i call it now? no. I am just happy and hopeful. My mind is open, I know the best is so close, within my reach. I’ll let you if I get called. xoxo

The Edge… (Cont’d)

The conversation continued (with myself). I thought of how long I had waited for this. The call. Excitement, mixed with fear and lack of direction, defined how I felt. What do I read? How do I prepare? What do I even wear? All sorts of flimsy thoughts pervaded my mind. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m in a dilemma. The remaining two hours at work, I shuttled between my mind and the office. Anyways, I somehow managed to sleep through the night, with great hope that it’ll be the easiest thing ever. It wasn’t going to be an exam. That, I dreaded because i haven’t read any academic book in a while. I know the place, the people, and a little about how the system works. So I rehearsed a few times and just tossed the scripts aside, on the bed. It should not be hard as my heart raced. I have an edge.
That morning, it rained. I was not sure whether to like the fact that it rained, the first time that year. It was January. I was beginning to get uneasy. The interview was scheduled for 10 am in Victoria Island. I was still stuck in Lekki, see temptation o! My eyes were out for anything transportable*; a taxi or bus or car or anything. A lift sef, I don’t mind.
I took a walk in the rain. I could not wait any further. It was already 9:08. A car wound down his window, gradually stopping beside me as I walked, after only about two minutes. Chei! God has answered my prayers, or so I thought. ‘Where are you going?’ the man behind the Honda Accord wheel asked me. I didn’t even pretend ‘not interested’, like I would do (on a good day). My pretty English Ankara dress and boyfriend jacket was already getting wet, my shoe sef don soak… I just replied, ‘V.I’ and was about to open the door when I heard the guy say ‘two five’ (N2500). Ehen! I screamed. I was surprised. What was I thinking? Free lift? It was Lekki o. My grip on the door was immediately loose. It was like reflex. ‘So how much you wan pay?’ the guy asked. I was short of words, but I had to tell him my mind, ‘Na five hundred I get o’. He just said No! And zoomed off. Eeeh ehn! See me o! So you don catch mugu abi? I can’t even fall for that, no matter how late I get, so I continued walking. At the junction, I finally met my God-sent taxi-man, (Wink*) an elderly Yoruba man (I guessed by the Ankara buba, sokoto, fila and tribal marks that he wore). He was just there, waiting (I think for me). I approached him and greeted. Told him I was going to V.I. He didn’t know the place exactly, so I offered to show him the way and he willingly took my N500. That was it. I made it to the office’s reception at 9:37 prompt.
After all the protocols; questioning, registration and all, there were 5 people seated, waiting to be called in for the interview. Thank God I’m early, i thought. At least i have an edge. I sized them up (my fellow applicants i mean), seeing none posed as a major competitor except one. A tall, light-skinned, pretty lady. She could have passed for a model. She seem like the only competitor, or so I thought. Even if she is, I still have an edge. I tried to reconnect with the two ladies at the reception, it didn’t work, not much (they behaved like they don’t remember me. I took no serious offense sha, they see thousands of faces on a regular basis, so I don’t blame them, not much). I pinged my old colleague, Flora. We used to work in the newsroom together. She came down to meet me at the reception, we hugged and said the pleasantries after what seemed like a long time. She wished me luck and left. I simply smiled at her gesture after she left and thought to myself, I have an edge…

The Edge…

I had an opportunity (I’ve had plenty sha, wink*).
I finally had a chance to work in one of Nigeria’s most renowned broadcast station, private though. It was a dream job, maybe not exactly. It was even the more, bigger than my dream job. I wanted to work with the coolest radio station in town (I have wanted to do that since forever. Listening to all the porsche* radio stations always make me fantasize how it’ll be, actually being behind the Mic), but here was an offer to work at its prestigious TV arm.
It was one of those very few times I got lucky. I think say I win jackpot o, hehehehehehe!!!
Around 4pm the previous day, I received a call from one of those strange ‘coded’ numbers. I usually am skeptical when such numbers appear on my phone. While I contemplated whether to answer or not, I caught the smirking look of my seatmate that insinuated, ‘Pick up the damn phone or throw it away, the ring tone is distracting’. I just rolled my eyes and shook my head.
Yes, I was at work. My phone ring a lot. (I most times, leave it on silent mode and forget to even look at it till close of work, when I’m packing up to go home). Don’t give me that look too, I know what you’re about to say. No, I don’t work at the ‘customer’s service’ or any post close to that. Friends just call me a lot when I’m at work, I don’t know why o.
Ok, back to my story…
So I received the call. It was from a female who introduced herself as the HR officer for the so-called one-of-the-best broadcast media in the country. I had been invited for an interview. Whoopsie! Did my breath stop? In truth, I did not know. It felt like I switched off for a few seconds. I did not know what I said at that instant. When I rebooted, I simply nodded and said Ok, I’ll be there tomorrow before 10. The interview had been scheduled for 10am the next day.
The lady’s voice at the other end, gentle and soft, reminded me of how mine sounded, how it will sound when I face the panel the next morning. Fear gripped me. I paused. I thought, should I re-schedule? Just tell her something to buy you a little more time. The time is too short. You’re not prepared…I thought about the position I applied for, I have not even done that sort of thing, ‘newscasting’, in a long time (last time was four months ago)… But babe, the show must go on. You better grab this opportunity now. You may not be so lucky next time o. After all the inner conversation thingy*, I bounced back to reality. She asked me if I knew my way to the place (the media house). Of course, Yes! I quickly responded. With the confidence of someone who has an edge. I’m certainly not a stranger in that regard. “Ok then, we’ll see you tomorrow. Have a nice day”. And the call ended…

My Maya Angelou favorites…

Today, I decided to high-light one of those beacon of hope the world has ever known. A global renaissance woman, an African-American who has experienced the brutality of racial discrimination and triumphed. Her whole life as an inspiration to women, children and nature. She reflected hope, passion, self faith and actualization, fight against racism and much more. Selecting these five was tough. I did it anyways. You can add your favorites to the list below. But if you want to connect to her more, see these links; http://mayaangelou.com/bio/, https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/3503.Maya_Angelou

Enjoy!!!

“Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.”

“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

“You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it.”

“You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. Don’t make money your goal. Instead pursue the things you love doing and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes off of you.”

“I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life’s a bitch. You’ve got to go out and kick ass.”

 

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