July 20th, 2014, I gave my farewell and good byes to my family in Philippines. It was the day that I started my total dependence from them. I left them, I embarked the house, and my country. Everything was first time for me. It was my first time to get in the taxi, first time to enter the airport, first time to talk to Immigration Officer, and first time in air plane, and above all first time to work abroad.
You may wonder of what was my feeling for my first times? Matter-of-factly, I was just cool, I was never paranoid nor tensed. I didn’t know why I was so confident that everything was going to be okay. Was I excited? Honestly No. The feeling was just normal, I felt I was just going for a twelve-hour land trip via bus from my village to Mindanao State University that day.
How did I manage to pass from immigration? Well I just confidently answered the kind immigration officer, and if I can see him again I wanna give him a big hug due to his kind words. What had happened then? Well I just carried my two handbags, the first was filled with binding book, which was filled with application letters, and one formal red blouse, one sleeping blouse, and one extra pair of pants. It sounds I wasn’t going for an overseas work right? Yes, you are right, but I was really going for a “job”.
Fast forward, I was in plane around eight in the evening if I wasn’t wrong. I just slept and was with group of people when I arrived in Hong Kong for the connecting flight. Then I met some Filipinos in HK airport, and I was advice not to work as sales lady nor housemaid. I just smiled coz I knew I wouldn’t coz I am a degree holder.
July 21st, 2014 5: 00a.m, the Cathaway Pacific landed in Dubai Airport. Wow the airport was really awesome same from Hong Kong. Anyways I didn’t give much attention on how grand the airport, I was just heading forward till I met my sissy. Then the story begun the day after.
I was asking myself, what I am doing here? while my gaze was above the sky gazing and wishing of being one of the passengers in Philippine Air Lines that accidentally flying that scorching midafternoon, wishing of being send to home. But why? I just felt something bizarre that was going to happen, and I wasn’t wrong when I received the news that day, the news that almost shattered my dreams. You might wonder what was the news. Well it doesn’t matter anymore, you’ll know later.
August 8th, 2014, I took my exit to Oman via plane, it was kind of weird day in the plane. Everything was in a hurry coz after exiting from Oman I had to get in the same plane again. Going back to Dubai, I was in between two nationalities. A big Arabic in my left and a Japanese from my right, and because I was asleep, while head was moving like a ferries wheel. Yucky, my saliva was falling. Kind of disgusting but I didn’t mind. Then I had a short convo with the Japanese and to make the story short we became friends. He’s a manager in a certain company in Cambodia and in Japan.
Fast forward, around last week of August I was sent to Sharjah, around 25 to 30 mins from Dubai, to work in an old couple Arabic family who couldn’t speak English and me couldn’t speak Arabic either. We were like two planets that were ready for a big explosion, and yes the explosions really happened. How will you conceive for two different nationalities who weren’t able to understand each other? Crazy right? What did I do then? Gosh believe me or not, my INSTINCT was my best asset, believe instinct was my savior. I didn’t know what was UP and DOWN, hell how will I know so fast? Matter of fact, instinct is not always right, and because of my wrong instinct sometimes I got in trouble. I was called “slow learner”, yes it’s true, but couldn’t help myself those time. Ohh wait I forgot, not only slow learner but a big eater or voracious also. I felt like my whole world was falling apart then I cried like a river. Just hurt me physically but not verbally. And to make the story short, I learned to sneak eating in the toilet, I was like idiot punishing myself just to avoid any issues. Well I wasn’t alone of my experience, mine was just mild compared to many co-Filipinos who’s working as housemaid. Ahh housemaid but why? That’s the usual feedback I received from the people who had high expectations from me, people from university, mentors and friends. And how did I manage those feedbacks? Well I just neglected those.
Fast fast forward, three months before my flight back to Philippines, I reminisced everything that had happened to me here in the tall building of UAE, unabundant food, homesickness, loneliness, boredom, belittling words, and crazy readings, writings and exercises, night time crying, and etc. upon reminiscing those hard times, I just now smiled, hell yeah I’m a survivor again, a better, stronger, and wiser Juli. Being a housemaid taught me a priceless lesson that I would never experience if I didn’t become a housemaid.
To all the housemaid around the world, don’t be ever ever and ever ashamed of your profession, remember that this kind of profession is clean. As what Jim Rohn said, even if that profession of yours is not what you aspired, but if that will bring you to another level of your success then go for it. I am a big believer of, our current situation is not our final destination, I will always believe on it, it’s kinda comparable of our feelings, our feelings towards things is never constant. We might be angry now, but later we are stupidly laughing for something. Right? Change is the only constant!
Anyways, I just learned a lot of lessons, life time lessons, and lessons that I can share to anyone else.
Please feel free to comment nor ask questions, it would be my pleasure to answer your queries