I'm abit melancholic right now. Also knackered and seriously needing the bed after an early morning shift. But i need to put down this note just for me,and hey maybe you too.
Two things happened today that had to do with random digits. The first happened as i woke up by 3am and began an hurried preparation to get to Tesco for an early morning shift. On my way rushing out of the flat,i realized i'd forgotten to confirm that my staff i.d card was in my bag. #Dang!I need the i.d card because it has my staff i.d code which i need to access entry doors and get work done. But i was running late,so i took a moment to recall the number i'd been punching in frequently for the past year.I figured i had a good idea of the number,so i rushed off to work without checking for the i.d card. I got to work and indeed i had the number memorized quite right. I keyed into the building and work for the rest of the morning was a breeze. When my shift ended, i clocked out and left the building. It was afterall,only just numbers, 6digits to be precise.
I got home tired and found the mail i'd been informed should come in today. It was a huge package from the office,canary wharf.
It had inside P45&46 forms, information about my options on employee benefits&investments, annual bonuses, itinerary for a posh induction week, whom i would speak to on my first day in the office, stuff about company gadgets - mobiles,laptops,etc. And at the very top of the letter was the important detail i'd also been expecting. A six digit number which would grant me staff access into the towering bank's building. I didn't do my signature "whoop whoop holler" or scream.I only heaved a sigh of relief and called the number i was directed to call to set up an employee bank account for me. The lady on the other end was friendly and asked calmly: "Can i get your staff i.d please?" I looked up the 6digits on the top of the letter and recited it. She responded, "Perfect. Welcome to xyz Bank T.Notes". She then proceeded to set up the required ish and ooch in preparation for my first day. It was afterall,only just numbers, 6digits to be precise.
Did i ever mention that the Bank also sponsored a new work visa application for me? They handled all the documentation,paid for it and sorted it all out. All i did was reply their mails and send them my passport. This is the quiet:...I'm only just a guy,you know. That's what I said to myself in the mirror this morning knowing fully well that might have been my last day at tesco. "Why are so good to me? I'm really truly just a screwed up,messed up guy who's struggling to keep it all together.". I know people who've been here longer than me and are still struggling to find even a part-time job. And look at me and and my big head totally jumping all the red tape and processes.
God blesses us for a reason...i know my reason and my cross. Its like how those old cartoons used to say, "with power comes great responsibilities.". I fully well know that. But all the same...i'm really only just a guy. But a new day is ahead,and i'm not kidding myself to think its all going to be a stroll in the park. I still have hard prayers yet unfulfilled and You should see the caliber of Cambridge, UCL and LBS guys (n ladies) Smart ass dorks,&jocks the bank also took up!BUT GAME ON, BRING IT ON!This Naija no dey carry last!
I used to work with a Nigerian chic back in Tesco who's now booked a flight back home for september. In her own bitter words, "The U.K has nothing to offer international students.".I disagree. And its not just about the U.K or brains. Its the God behind it all. So like supercool neefemi, i pray for everyone who has a similar need to which i had. I pray not just that your needs are met, but they are met with a testimony that will astound anyone who hears it. God bless you...God never fails, hang on, and DO EVERYTHING TO MAKE THAT DREAM HAPPEN. IT IS POSSIBLE...afterall, i am just a guy, who's switching from Tesco's 6digit staff i.d, to XYZ's automated staff access PIN.
...One of my Fav worship songs,because of the deep story behind it, how how he breaks down midway in the song. The song was inspird after he lost his best friend, but still...God.
Oh,if you wanna hear the story of the song:
A love that celebrates weakness,and is true to God....i think that's what counts the most.
Any chance for any AWUF before you leave Tesco?? okay just kidding!!! Yay for God and His awesome ways!!!ReplyDelete
Lol!!!!You and this AWUF Kiah!!!Ok,make your order!lol!!ReplyDelete
Congrats hun...Everything's falling in place...xReplyDelete
Awww congrats again dear and AMEN. I know what you mean tho, one of my best friends is leaving the UK after 4yrs with no job meanwhile he did undergrad and was top 5 of his Masters class ans has done his CFA (i think that's what it is) and all. I personally believe his destiny has been in Nigeria all along, but its so hard to reconcile with when you want something else. So i'm happy for you dear, God bless you continuously.ReplyDelete
P.s stop making me blush man. Muaaah
The light at the end of the tunnel wasnt a train afterall!ReplyDelete
Im pouring myself a drink in celebration with you! Go, conquer the world!
so happy for you...great news. God always has a way of working wonders in our lives.ReplyDelete
Its great how you got some good news. and checking out booty? lmao!... if you had dropped the bottle would you have considered that 50 pounds well spent?ReplyDelete
Congratulations...All the best in your new work place and yeah you're so right, it's all God..ReplyDelete
CONGRATS Bro!!!!! Proud of you!ReplyDelete
Awww i'm jealous T notes, i'm very jealous! :(ReplyDelete
Doing the "whoop whoop holler" on your behalf!