There’s
something about the environment and atmosphere of the place one works. As an
employee, one has to have a kind of chemistry with one’s working environment.
Well, atleast this could be considered when one is trying to get the job,
because let’s face it that same environment you may like and love initially,
may get poisoned along the way. In the beginning though, one has to know if
that place is where they’d be excited, every single day, to come in to work.
Anyways, I was checking out the vibe as I walked through the offices and down the
corridors heading towards the studio where I should be auditioning.
I had
arrived Rhythm quite before 4pm and had waited a while, at the reception,
not long though, before someone had come to take me in. And now I’m in the
studio to record. Not as big as I would have expected but what can I say?...it
would do. I laid my bag on a seat as I was handed a script (a News Bulletin). The production guy
gave me some time to go through it and when I was ready I let him know and he
recorded me. After that, I was asked to do a free-style, too. That, I did, then, my details were taken and he
told me they would get back to me.
As I made my
way out of the building and then out of the premises, I couldn’t shake the
uneasy feeling I was having… Can I really work in this place? Do I want to? I
mean the distance to this place alone can be quite discouraging (They had not moved, then, to their galleria.
They were still at their Lekki location), but even that aside; when I get
this job, here, would I be excited to come into work every day? Do I feel
enough positivity in this atmosphere? *shaking
my head*… I had to kick aside all these questions, though, because, girl!
Snap out of it! I really need to be back on radio, fast and I don’t think I can
afford answering all those questions right now. Give me a year in the Lagos
market then, probably, I could.
I had been
attended to quite on time at Rhythm. You would think the people there would be
snobbish but they all seemed quite nice. Well, at least the ones I came in
contact with all had smiles on their faces. And no unnecessary long waits at
the reception.
As I hit the
road back home, I couldn’t help smiling as I remembered who I had run into at City
this morning – Mr. Charles Supo-Orija!!! I had discovered their office
with the help of my list of addresses. (Then,
they were still located in the Eleganza Building, Oregun and I had to climb all the way those flights
of stairs…*hands in the air*)
I told the
receptionist who I am and asked to see the Head of Programs. She asked me to
have a seat and excused herself. A short while after she got back, Kamal Salau
came to pick me, himself, from the reception and took me to his office, where
he, too offered me a seat. That was the first time I was getting to meet him
but I had watched him on TV, so, I introduced myself, told him why I was there,
and we got chatting. Seemed like he knew some of the guys I worked with in Port-Hacourt
and I was already having a positive feeling. We chatted some more and after a
while, he asked for a copy of my CV which I gave him but not without a cd copy
of my recordings too. He said I shouldn’t worry as he would go through them and
get back to me, in no time. I smiled, thanked him and was stepping out of his
office when I saw Mr. Charles Supo-Orija. He recognized me too and smiled. Mr. Charles Supo-Orija had been one of our bosses at Cool. He usually came to the Port-Harcourt
office every once in a while, then. He even took the news whenever he was
around. He was a mentor of mine, too. I didn’t know he had left Cool
but it felt good to see a familiar face at City. He asked how I was doing and I
told him I desired a gig on City. He told me I need not worry
and that Kamal would handle stuff and definitely get back to me, soonest. His
words helped calm me. I felt re- assured. I said ‘thank you’, hugged him and
took my leave, on my way to the Island.
So you see;
I was in a real happy mood when I got to Rhythm for that audition and that
visit, too, turned out not bad. I was so happy I had even forgotten to eat. So,
as I sat in that bus on my way back to the mainland, with my lips still curled
up in a smile, I remembered I had a chilled can of soda in my hand. I looked at
it still smiling, opened it and took a long gulp…gosh!!! I was hungry and I
didn’t even notice. I pulled out sausage roll from my bag and un-wrapped it as
I munched in…don’t look at me like that!!!
*rolls eyes* this girl was that hungry! Well, I usually would have taken a cab,
then I would be free to eat in the car but that particular day, I wasn’t having
enough cash on me and the ATM was acting up, so please pardon me ok *curtsies*.
I did make sure, though, that I wasn’t disturbing anybody as I enjoyed my
'meal' *smiles*. This is Diary of A Hustling OAP. Don’t miss next
week’s episode.
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