Deserved Sack Letter
If you are squarely facing a lawful trade you are a good citizen and gentleman. I tell you: a fellow in whom others should pride. But, double ‘please,’ learn to treasure what you have more than the ones we would sometimes envision their maturation like a futurologist. Normally, I would not want somebody I know to relinquish or dump the first for the second, as he might be obliged to keep sighing over the adventure-turned-misadventure.
Always quote me: I am The Friendly-With-Careerist also his Admirer. I could The Much Industrious Careerist Embrace in the manner of a python or an anaconda not to inflict any harm on the fellow but to get across his felt charm. Nonetheless, The Civil Servant, who would not hesitate to bid the quickest farewell to his secure job for The Finer one he had recently learnt of I would quiz on his possible chances of clinching it, even as he keeps nursing wonderful hopes of doing so, his Employment Story rewriting for History and Posterity!
Some well-breast-fed-baby-later-an-adult-with-all-his-sensory-organs-intact lousily made this mistake five years ago, location, Nigeria’s Metropolita Kaduna, where he was a teacher resident, school: Zurich International Model Academy.
Yeah, 2017, our man, Mr. Truman Atuma was A Senior Tutor with The Academy, N30,000.00 the sum of money that was contractually credited to his account every month as salary… Of course, not a beautiful salary scale for A University Graduate who had beautifully finished at The Second Class Upper (Honors) Division from The Prestigious Department of Mathematics of the As Much Prestigious Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile Ife.
Evenly, you can now judge like a trial judge the whole inglorious picture of an agreed and signed underpayment of A Brain and Material by A School Management, whose likeliest strongest defense for the Employment Deal was the country’s sorry economy. But in reality, she, Zurich, or her Management had taken a sweet or sour advantage of the mad hunt for jobs for The Educated Jobless in all The Employable Circle in the country, Zurich International Model, Academy, one of them.
Yet, it was something in favour of Mr. Truman Atuma that he had fund-managing skill and maintained closeness to his gas cooker that ultimately meant a daily feeding at a reduced cost. Only two years ago was he painlessly saving one-third of his previous poorer salary of N22,000.00 in a packaging company.
“So, what do I believe now?” asked Adeyemi Olu, Truman’s closest Yoruba friend, and what he had in mind was Truman’s final stand on sticking to The White Board and its Marker in Zurich International. But negative Adeyemi’s response Mr. Truman Atuma did, except that he did not forget to sound appropriately rational.
“You yourself know that I didn’t pick up my degree certificate from some non-tarred road after bumping a lucky right foot against it.”
“Yep… Yes. You’re correct,” Adeyemi had returned to Truman, also quickly admitting to the upheld uniqueness of Truman’s Alma Mater.
“Then, truly, the matter is settled,” announced Truman with the distant look of one, who had thrashed out a matter and already looking beyond it.
Adeyemi might have sworn on the authority of the still-spread advert-filled newspaper on Truman’s table of relevant jobs in Lagos that Truman was spiritually in Lagos! Rather only physically there with him in his one-room apartment…
“Perhaps, you’ll be leaving Kaduna, next week for a rosier job at Lagos,” Adeyemi simply vomited, his heart far from set on the remark as wish. But from Truman he got “A yes” and a wish he could buy him Spanish wine for his perfect guess. A consistent character: Adeyemi made sure his face was not lit up by this playful or serious promise. Rather his voice turned a genuine drawl, when he told Truman that he never really meant to give him such answer, his eyes suddenly a cop’s and searching Truman’s with a cops expertise for the real truth that sometimes lurked in them. Still Truman remained the unmoved by this show. He would much appreciate it if Adeyemi told him what it was that he never meant.
“Is it my plans to leave Kaduna for Lagos, next week or the likelihood of the job I want being available at The Lagoon… By the way, my Geography insists that Lagos is in fact A Lagoon not An Island…”
“Yes… Yes,” Adeyami readily offered, never brothering to briefly hate Truman for this jocular or stupid digression.
“The Truth of The Matter is that other issues are involved and you, Truman, is excluding them!”
“Like?”
The curiosity of Truman, was not of the sincerest type but Adeyemi, already on an emergency rescue mission for a bosom friend, had no time for a readable facial cynicism. Like A Dearie he went ahead to catalogue all the risks there are in releasing a paying job in one’s clutches for another that could end up in anybody’s palms. In short, he would not want Truman to resign from his present portfolio ahead of confirmation of his acceptance for the new better one.
“It wouldn’t be a bad idea, you know, if you kept in mind that Attractive Jobs are competitive as well” Adeyemu just heard himself say for Truman’s consumption.
“And that’s why I’m bent on materializing at Lagos in less than a week.”
Truman was almost shouting!
“No… you make it Twenty-Four Hours and at worst Thirty-Six,” Adeyemi cautioned and wickedly added that he should soonest begin to weigh the glamour of the Lagos jobs against the relatively high cost of living in her and possibilities of a disqualification during the interview for the job on either grounds of Age, Ethnic Background, Health Or Even Gender.
Mainly from design, Truman remained an indulgent listener throughout The Counseling Session. That was the safest way to impress on Ade that he had been broken at last.
Truman’s irrepressible desire to be at Lagos made him skip formal request for an appropriate cover letter from The Zurich International Model Academy’s Management before setting off. This was the same thing as relinquishing the job! At Lagos, after made enquiries, Truman learnt that the jobs originally advertized for First Degree Holders or Higher National Diploma’s had been grabbed by Master’s Degree Holder Applicants desperate to fix themselves up somewhere.
Back to Kaduna, to sour things the more for Truman, he met an Unsmiling Letter of Termination of his appointment with Zurich International for Unauthorized Absenteeism.
“What!” spluttered A Badly Hit Truman sinking into the nearest chair, completely routed, eyes glazed.
“What!” Truman burst forth afresh as The Tragic Loss freshened up in his mind, doing so mightily!
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