So, it was International Women’s day this past week and the week was loaded with countless events, conferences and more to support the womenfolk. It was the perfect time for the Wimbiz (Women in Business, Management & Public Service) Annual Lecture. As one who also never misses the Wimbiz Round Table meetings and with Key note speaker being Mo Abudu, CEO Ebony Life TV, the date was on lock down for me.
As promised, below are personal highlights and my take-outs from the Women in Business, Management and Public Service Annual Conference 2016, the 15th edition. Naturally, so much happened at the conference but these are my take outs.
I walked past my office, not even giving my door a second glance. “Don’t you have anything you want to pick up?’ Mr Ronald said coldly behind me, ”No, I have everything I need in my pocket, I can pick other stuff tomorrow” I said trying to feel optimistic. By this time, everywhere was deserted, we got to the parking lot, and I began feeling my pockets for my car keys, the keys were there, I could hear them jingle and I was pretty sure Mr Ronald could hear them too. I tried to stall hoping someone would show up and at least give me hope, but no one came. Suddenly Mr Ronald called out to me, I turned around, felt a sharp blow to my head, and I passed out.
Five months, six days and 4 hours, that is the exact amount of time I had spent working for the Baker, and I had never met him, the closest I ever got to him was through Gbenga, who seemed to be much more than just a manager.
Everything ran through Gbenga, from security updates to shipping and dispatch reports, and to say he was efficient was understating it. Gbenga was an organized fellow, totally different from the goofy and laid back fellow I knew back in our school days.
The weekend was short, what did you expect? I had ample cash on me for the first time in a very long time, and I didn’t have a worry in the world, so yes, the universe would indeed conspire to make the weekend short, so as to quickly ruin my short-lived moment in the sun. I, however, refused to let anything ruin my good time, because I ate like a pig, and drank like a fish, and oh, I also slept like a baby.
Monday came, and I was at Gbenga’s office before 8am, and I must say I was fired up, ready to take my destiny in my own hands, ready to make the best use of this opportunity that was about to be presented to me on a platter of gold.
“Don’t call us; we’ll call you…”
I had become so accustomed to that particular line, I could actually tell when they were about to say it, and as always with those statements, I would pick up the folder containing my resume and other documents, give a surface smile, and leave.