At the end of 2016, I graduated from college, hopeful and 99.99% sure (0.01% unsure because I had some Netflix to catch up on) I was going to get a job in less than two months. I finished my 2 weeks of much needed Netflix binging and bumming around and hit the job search train. I woke up thinking about cover letters and went to sleep dreaming about resume edits. Spent hours explaining to my mum why I was still at home even though I didn’t know why myself. Looking for a job became a full-time job.
Finally February came to an end and my two months were up. I told myself “Remi you gave yourself 2 weeks off add that to March you still have time girrl”.
March 30th came and anxiety started knocking. I went on the craziest mood roller coaster ever. I would cry, pray and laugh all in the same breath.
Before I graduated, my dream job was a Research Assistant position at the International Monetary Fund (IMF). I applied before and after I graduated. I had 2 interviews with two different departments, flunked the first and didn’t get a call back after the second. I started to doubt that dream was going to be my reality.
My job search deadline finally came in May and I had to pack up and head back to Nigeria. Four days before my flight back I emailed a friend to have a going away lunch. She texted me later to tell me about an RA position at the IMF someone told her he’d been looking to fill for 3 months. I told her I would definitely like to apply but had she not seen my email? She had not checked her email and had no idea I was leaving. I applied and had my interview set for Wednesday, but I already had my plane ticket scheduled for Monday. The interview was scheduled based on the availability of 3 panelists. I had no idea if rescheduling would be possible but I still asked. Five minutes after I called to ask, I got a call back and the interview was moved to Monday at 10am. I spent the weekend getting ready and packing up my boxes with a cloud of anxiety and excitement hanging over my head.
Monday morning I was sitting in a conference room, interviews going well and all I’m thinking is “do I tell them I’m leaving today and if I don’t is bad service in Naij going to cost me this job”.
I decided to tell them, immediately the side glances and “Ohhs” started. The interview ended and I was on a plane back home. I sat in my bed that night and said to God “ I am at my very last drop of faith, I don’t know what you’re trying to do but my last act of faith will be to not unpack and live from my suitcases until I hear back from that panel”. For a month my mum would yell about my boxes cluttering her house even though they were in MY room.
One night I went to bed just feeling very defeated. I had spent the whole day nagging about how nothing just seemed to work the right way in Lagos. For some reason, as exhausted as I was I just couldn’t sleep. So I did the obligatory Instagram/ Snapchat browsing before bed, got bored and decided to check my email. Sitting there was my conditional offer for the RA position and I was a plane back at the end of August.
Its been 3 months since I started working, but looking back at 2017 it’s really just hit me how good and intentional Gods been towards me. I learned that what I call last minute is God’s minute. I am so thankful for the support system I found in family, friends and my church. Your faith is your greatest gift it’ll get you through any and everything, so hold on to it.
Happy New Year!