Acts of Evil

Don't be a hypocrite! Am sure all of us have done some evilness once in our lives. Big or small, it's the same. It shows that none of us is perfect.

As promised, I'll tell everything about what happened on my roller coaster journey here at sandpit. So here goes.

The moment I came back to the Philippines was like a hell. Don't get me wrong. The word hell here is only in relation to my documents. I never thought that I'll be able to enter UAE again and have this job, but I'm a lady with full of hopes in life. Money matters, that I won't lie. Sad to say but it's true that money is power. Anyway, I endure more than a month, as a jobless ass in Manila. There was a point that I am giving up and planning to be in my home country for good. You see, all my papers were authentic and okay though my contract lacks attestation from our own labor office in Abu Dhabi. I've elaborated everything about this in Episode 6.

Good news is, there's someone in Abu Dhabi University (ADU) who knows someone in the Philippines who can help me. I call this person, the mogul. My colleague told me to contact this mogul as soon as I arrive Manila and tell everything about my case. He sounds like a very powerful man, I thought. So, I contacted this mogul and discuss things. Things that you can only see in movies. Anyway, the main point is me leaving the Philippines with fake and original docs. Fake ones for the PHI Immigration and originals for AUH Immigration. So, how much? I have to say, a lot of cash. If you insist, throw me a mail and I'll elaborate further.

My first meeting with mogul was quite scary and full of skepticism. I just thought this is the only way and I really need to gamble. I never got the mogul's full name, where he lives, what 's his job and so on. I went home with nothing but trust in my pocket.

One day before my departure is our second meeting. This is the schedule he gave me for my PDOS. He gave me my referral form, there I saw that I've got an agency in Manila and my employer in Abu Dhabi is different. I tried searching for it in Google and found out it doesn't really exist. So I attended the half day boring seminar just to have my certificate.

On the departure day itself, I arrived NAIA earlier than expected, as I've said. This is my third and last meeting with the mogul. We had some short briefing then he gave me my papers. I was never surprised on how good Filipinos in forgery. What sickened me is the idea of passing through the whole airport process. But of course, twas a success. Unbelievably no sweat! It's why I'm here sharing you this story. One thing I remember the mogul used to tell me: All persons working at NAIA airport have their own tag price in their heads. TRUE, with my own experience.

Moral lesson? I couldn't think of any good so far but this I tell you, never ever exit in the Philippines if you're planning to work abroad. Our government sucks from head to toe and for that, I am not a proud Filipino.

Episode 9

Twas more than a week and I thought I won't be receiving any good feedback from the mogul. I tried texting and asking him for favorable results but it turned out am ranting again. He specifically said that I should be relaxed and that I should wait and be patient. For goodness' sake, my flight is almost near like tomorrow, I need to be present at the airport. Fuck you man! My left eye never failed twitching since the day I learned that I needed to rebook my flight. Mom said it was because am super stressed. Puhleeeaasseee... I don't want to throw another $100 for this.

Midnight when I received a text from the mogul that I'll be having my PDOS the next day at around 8am. Oh crap. I should've took a power nap awhile ago.

Anyway, I woke up early this morning, attended PDOS and yeah, went home writing this shit while waiting for the time. Tonight's gonna be my flight back to Abu Dhabi. If there's a term for that feeling of agonising-stressed-pseudo-excited freak, tell me.. because that's what I am experiencing right now.

So, one last step... then I'll be able to put an end to the idea of pissing in my pants. D'oh!

Episode 5: Bump in the Way

I am having a problem.

I actually don't know what to feel when HR told me I need to exit to the Philippines. Part of me felt happy and excited as I will have this chance to be with my family AND I will be home on Xioms' 3rd birthday. On the contrary, I don't want to go home. Aside from the fact that I don't have any return ticket, which is by the way will be shouldered by moi, I am thinking of the expenses and the process in POEA. Fuck our government!

HR told me that they don't want me to stay in a near country because they don't actually know when will my papers from the Ministry of Higher Education be released. They just estimated 7 to 8 weeks max, including the processing of my employment/residence visa. This is the reason why they always advice their employees to exit to their home countries. Also, the reason why I needed to exit is that I have used up my 2 months stay in UAE as a tourist. Having no employment visa yet and as what their law states, I need to be out of sandpit for at least 30 days before I could enter their country again unless otherwise the company have issued me an employment visa.

The thing is, our HR is not aware of our POEA's stupid processing. I've been reading the POEA website all day everyday and as to what I learned, I am called - Name Hired. It means that I've never been into any agencies and I am hired directly by the company. Stating this, when I come home to the Philippines and then go back to UAE, I will be needing some important documents for the Immigration to let me pass. Aside from that, I need to go to POEA to be a member and pay some a lot of cash and attend to the so called PDOS before our government could actually permit me to work abroad. Full of BS, right? This is the main reason why I don't want to go home!

But what else can I do? I don't want to go to Iran or Oman and stay there for like a month or so. I was thinking I have no choice but to go home. Besides, the university will shoulder my air ticket going back here in sandpit. Now, the only thing I would ask HR is to give me all those requirements that I will present to Philippine Immigration then I'll book my flight home. Fuck, I only got 7 days left!