I know that behind my back my co-workers are dying to become me. I joined them here in Morocco and I do not work at all while most of them are working so hard. Some do not even have the chance to take a nap in the afternoon. Most of them are in heaven when they get the chance to sleep for more than six hours a day.
My co-workers are complaining about their respective jobs and I also have some complaints even if I do not work at all. It makes me feel bad that they complain to me and about me! What can I do? My employer does not call on me. I may not be working as hard as they are but they just did not know the hard work I did just to get my degree in Physical Therapy. They have no idea how I much I struggled just to be here. They just do not know.
I tried to explain but with the looks on their faces, I know they cannot understand. I do not want to explain anymore. After all, I do not owe them an explanation. And besides it will just turn into another crap! They just cannot understand because they refuse to do so or simply they just can't!
It’s very hard to be surrounded with people who cannot understand you and the things you say. I feel sorry for myself. Yes, I really do.
Five days ago, a bodyguard asked me to give him a massage. Actually, that was the second time I gave him a massage. He asked me the previous day. When I came inside his well-groomed caravan, he asked:
Bodyguard: How are you? Me: I am fine Sir. How are you Sir? Bodyguard: I am fine. Please massage my back. And you can go after I sleep, maybe after thirty minutes. Me: Okay Sir. No problem Sir.
Then, I put some pain relieving cream and did the massage for his lower back. After a few minutes, I heard him snore. And ten minutes later, he was snoring like a bull! I decided to finish the usual 45-minute massage and finally left to attend to another bodyguard who also asked me to give him a massage.
The following morning, a Kabayan housekeeper asked me:
Kabayan: Ano ginawa mo kay Papi (bodyguard 1)? Me: Bakit? Kabayan: Ayun, di daw siya makatayo? Masakit daw ang likod Me: Aba, minasahe ko lang siya. Kabayan: Pinilayan mo ata. Hehehe. Kabayan2: Asus, umaarte lang yun. Kabayan: Mukha nga. Kasi kapag nandyan ang mga kalahi nya, lalong umaaray. Kabayan2: Nag dadrama lang yun. Pabayaan nyo!
Bodyguard1 was asking the Kabayan housekeepers to attend to him whenever he wanted to go to the bathroom, eat, or just when he felt like doing so. I was alarmed and wanted to check on him but Kabayans told me “Pabayaan mo yun. Umaarte lang yun. Drama ba! Gusto lang nun mauna na sa Rabat.” And that’s what I did. We soon found out that everything was really a drama. The bodyguard was trying to pretend that he was so ill to avoid work (Siya daw kase ang tagapulot at taga habol sa mga ibon na nahuli ni Amo, and take note, the bodyguard was wearing his kondoora). He told Kabayan how much he hated to be in campsite in Wtadht.el.Haje. If the bodyguard complains how hard life in the campsite is, what more to me and to all my co-employees who stay inside a tent without a heater? They (bodyguards) stay inside a caravan with a heater, an attached bathroom and a television.
The bodyguard’s drama was not funny and really annoyed me. I love my profession (Physiotherapist). I worked so hard to get my diploma and to have a license in the Philippines. People who know me can testify to that! For the past years, I am trying to prove my worth and build my reputation as a well-competent health care professional. Nobody can ruin the reputation I am trying to build; not a stupid fake drama king, not a malingerer, not a bodyguard and not even a Sheikh!
For the more than 48 hours now, I am sick. Yes, I am very sick.
Since we came here in Morocco, some members of the staff are starting to get ill. I am sure that the mishap is due to the climate change plus the poor accommodation that we, (the staff) have. We are all staying in a tent (at least 4 in each), without a heater and is never a cold proof. We have three blankets, but even a dozen would not help.
During my first night here, I know something will be wrong if I do not take care of myself. I started to take Ascorbic Acid again, and to drink plenty of water. I also started to eat healthy. Healthy, meaning, less carb and more protein and fiber-rich foods in-take. I did some stretching exercises before I take a bath. However, none of these seemed work. On our second night, a bodyguard asked me to give him a massage. The session lasted a little over an hour. The following day, the said bodyguard called me up again. Immediately after the session with bodyguard 1, bodyguard 2 asked for a full body massage. And, take note, the bodyguard 2 wanted a full body hard massage. I was exhausted after nearly 2.5 hours.
When I was about to rest, I felt something wrong with me. I checked my body temperature using the dorsum of my hand and found out that I am slightly hyperthermic. I drank two bottles of water and tried to rest, and I did. At 20:30, I went out of bed and found myself in terrible cough and body pain. I was not able to visit the camp doctor because no car was available to bring me there.
The following morning, the sickness worsens. I got headache, body ache, flu, cough and fever. I started to take Paracetamol every 4 hours. I even prepared a pure lemon juice for me, but nothing changed. I was sick and no car was available to bring me to the doctor.
It was only this morning that I managed to visit the camp doctor. The camp doctor took my oral temperature and it read 37.8deg C. There were no history taking, auscultation and other objective procedures. I told them I need Mucosolvan for my cough. The Pakistani doctor also gave me Anti-biotic, Paracetamol and Anti-Allergy Meds. I rested the whole afternoon after taking the meds, when I woke up, I am feeling slightly better.
I hope tomorrow, I will wake up feeling a lot better.
I am feeling terribly bad - I have a cough and a fever. I also got a runny nose. Good thing there is a doctor for us here in the middle of Wtadht.el.Haje, Morocco. The sad part though is that, after the supposedly “consultation”, I prescribed my own medicine for my cough and my fever.
Buti na lang, I still managed to recall some of the basics of my Pharmacology class.
I started to ask myself, is he a real one or he’s just a quack?
On the first day of 2008, I was 30,000 feet above sea level. I joined seven more other members of my employer’s private staff on the way to Casablanca in Morocco and later in Oujda. We arrived at Aero port Mohammed V in Casablanca half past eight in the evening (local time) and waited for more than two hours for the flight going to Oujda, Morocco.
It was already one in the morning when we arrived at the palace owned by my employer’s brother. We immediately went to sleep and woke up at nine in the morning for the trip going to Wtadht.et.Haje, Morocco (campsite). Just before, three in the afternoon, everybody managed to settle down on the partially done tents. The portable restrooms were not yet ready and the weather is extremely cold. The late afternoon breeze was blowing so hard and it was so damn cold. Tents were ready for occupancy just before the clock hits eight in the evening. Rodjie and I shared the tent while Gio and Noel (black) shared the adjacent one.
I woke up the next day with the dust all over me. I dunno if sand storm was happening that time, but the unforgivable gustiness of the wind made our tent its first casualty. The tent next to ours followed and some more other tents including the fabricated majlis (Arabic living room) for my employer and his friends. The area supervisor raised concerns to my employer who happens to be (that time) in Switzerland with his family. After three windy, rainy days and two rainy and freezing cold nights, the good news came to us. My employer cancelled the trip here due to extreme weather conditions. All of us immediately packed our luggage and travelled for more than ten hours on the way to Rabat.
At four in the morning, seven individuals (including me) headed to Aero port Mohammed V for the flight back to Abu Dhabi. It was a total relief when I finally handed my passport to the immigration officer safe and sound.
For the past seven months, I was complaining a lot about my job. Kiko, Rain, Chabe, Duday, Roy and some more friends can testify! As I welcome the first day of the 2008, I came up with the 10 reasons why I should be thankful for all the good things that happened to my professional life last year. I think this is the best way to start the new year and make 2008 my year!
1. I have a job. There are many who are unemployed. 2. I am being paid regularly. There are many who are not. 3. I have an air-conditioned workplace and rarely sweat. There are many who do not have such workplace and those working under the brutal heat of the sun. 4. I work only for an hour, the most is two hours per day. Some are working up to twenty hours per day. 5. I have the rare opportunity to work for a very important person. 6. I have the opportunity to live and work in UAE. There are many who would just love to have that opportunity. My food and accommodation are free. I can eat some of the cuisine that only the richest Pinoys can afford. 7. I get to travel to other countries with all expenses paid! For the record, I already visited three continents and five countries in seven months. 8. I get the chance to buy the things I like out of the salary I have and manage to send some money for Nanay. 9. I have the chance to show the world the goodness and greatness of a Filipino through the knowledge and values that I have. 10. My job is not tough physically and mentally. What is tougher though is to be working away from home and dealing with some difficult people. However, I cannot stop to be thankful because with these difficult people, I am being provided with some learning experience that will help me become a better me.
It's two in the afternoon here in Abu Dhabi, six in the evening in the Philippines. While most of the people around the world, including some expats in the Middle East are preparing and celebrating the joyous spirit of this season, I am so damn sad.
I asked permission last night if I can, at least join and celebrate Christmas with some friends I have in the city. The manager paused and said, he will let me know today. I am giving up. I know I cannot be with the people whom I consider my family in Abu Dhabi. Maybe that is the way it is here. And this is the sad price I have to pay after joining the gang.
I know I will never be fine. I am badly hurt. I am just asking for a day of fun and worry-free moments. How can they be so inconsiderate, so selfish and so insensitive? Maybe I will just sleep early tonight and sleep the whole day tomorrow. I will sleep and try to escape from the pain and frustration that I have now. For I know, in my dreams, I can still be happy.
Let us stop this! I do not want to sound melodramatic.
I am not holier than any of you. I am not perfect by any means. I commit mistakes, I stumble and fall. But I learn and I recover. There are events and things in my life that you will learn from. I also know the fact that I will learn from yours. Let's share ideas and stories, let's share peace and love. Let us live life, love one another and learn from each other. Let the dream shall never die!
