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Show up - Do nothing - Go Home

The world keeps on spinning. At the the government facility where I work (my work involves doing almost nothing and observing a lot) I have the chance of observing the attitude of public servants to work.

To be honest I don't even know when work starts here. Its as if there is a secret contest to see who comes latest. Oga shows up to work anytime after 11am, stays for an hour or two then jumps in his ride and leaves. As I write this its almost 8:30am and the office is as quiet as a cemetery  I can even run along the Halls and do some crazy dance moves, and no one will see (you get the picture?), I think one can run safely run nude if you are daring enough.

Even when they show up to work, the office is on a slow grind. Too many people doing nothing and yet claiming they are busy. Except for special missions ( which I've not embarked upon yet) my duties are summarized thus: Show up- Do nothing - Go home, the most important thing is that you show, no matter how how brief.

This is Nigeria for you, government work, where no one takes anything serious, a few people actually do though. If you had been musing as to why Nigeria is quite messed up, I just gave you a few reasons.

As to my take on this whole mess, as an adhoc staff I don't have much qualms, am very okay with the "do nothing thing". Well, that was the lazy part of me talking, you'd not believe but the truth is this, even doing nothing gets you tired. I prefer getting tired from doing nothing than doing something. Ermm sorry, my bad.. what I meant to say was "I prefer getting tired from doing something than doing nothing".

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