Memoirs of a GDC intern

So I gave my email address via text and the offer letter was sent. The main emphasis in it was the PPE’s that were required. Otherwise, the HR officer told us to report at Polo house in Nakuru on Monday 3^rd February 2014. I and my friend Justus went to Nakuru that Monday and were welcomed well and told to sit in the waiting room till we are called because there was another ongoing interview. Of course we did interact with the mechanic interviewees in the waiting room as they did their final preparations before they got into the interview room.

What I learnt from here was that GDC  (Geothermal Development Company)  has a good community policy that ensures some jobs are given to locals in a rotational contract manner so that the cake is at least equitably shared among the youth. I always laugh about it when I remember how tensed some of them were in the waiting room compared to how lively they were in the field because I got to meet some of them later in the field at Menengai and they are simply different.

Later in the afternoon, we were called by the HR officer who confirmed our PPE’s were in order then told us to come on the next day so that she could hand us over to the drilling department as stated in our offer letters.

I cannot skip this 4pm moment when I felt really new in a town I had never stayed other than just seeing it on my way from Lugari to Nairobi. By good luck and a bit of thanks to my kind approaches I met a cleaner who lived around and explained to him that I was new to Nakuru and could not know where I could find accommodation.

So he accepted to take me around and show me some of the good hostel where I could find accommodation and so down we walked from Polo center towards MKU, past Evans Hospital and finally I found myself asking for a room at Norraine Paradise hostels. I found the rates a bit favorable, meals and accommodation for 5500/= per month, not a bad deal. I talked to my very supportive parents and the accommodation issue was sorted once and for all. I proceeded to my room and was set up for the internship, a visit to the supermarket that evening to get a few basic items and I was settled.

Something I found strange about the hostel was the “Panga bell” that rung just as I coming from the supermarket and it sounded weird because it gave me that Maseno School impression….and the thought that I would have to put up with this for a whole three months? Ha ha ha.