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[Demigod]

The distant mountains and the sporadic cloud formations. These are some the beautiful sites in Najran, Saudi Arabia. The loose gravel constructed mountains mask what we call a �hybrid hell�.
My smile soon turned too a very stern frown, as I stared at flies picking away at the dead monkey carcass. The stiff grayish finger appeared like a old witch, preparing to curse us all. A few minutes later my hopes were rekindled, as I stared at the beautiful campus and grassy soccer fields tucked away in a neat concave. Our tears of joy quickly turned in tears of pain as we learned that this beautiful campus was not our school. The sign read �Welcome to Najran school of Technology� The driver was silent as each passing mile marked the beginning of a pain stating ordeal.

The next day, I was confused because we were given a tour of some old chicken coop. The scene was quite traumatic. No one was around, except a family of wild cats chewing on old bones and paper. This old abandoned building was our place of employment. There was no internet and exposed electrical wires. The water pressure is very low and if you lucky the cafeteria staff would not pick their nose before delivering your order. We all would become skillful at avoiding the bathrooms. The permanent layer of brown water contain sand, poop, and sometimes articles of clothing. The stench of sewage lingers like a poisonous fog. I must have viewed the wrong website, prior to my arrival. The term Inshallah quickly lost it luster. It turned into a catch phrase for many definitions such as:

�I do not care about your problems because I have not been paid in three months�
� Hitchhike to work, I do not care what your contract says�
�I do not care if there is a small scale war only 15 km from Najran�
�f u Kafar�
: �(
The local soccer games serve as suitable entertainment. The lone western female player showed promise, until another player delivered the classic sub zero low sweep, mortal combat style (ouch). That event and complaints forced her into early retirement. WHAT SHALL COME OF US! ITS THAT DEAD MONKEY, I TELL YOU, ITS THAT DEAD MONKEY CURSING US ALL! We all look forward to the long walks around town. The piles of wore out sandals can be founded stacked in some Bengalis� room. At night, Najran blisters with noise and random car honking. The small groups of westerns search nomadically for their sense of belonging. They show patterns like small groups of endangered species searching for new sources of food. We are shunned upon and serve as magnets for Egyptian scam artists, who masquerade as hotel doormen. The shockwaves from fighter planes are felt outside our hotel. The concern for our safety is more of less ignored, so at night we maintain half packed suitcases. We just pray that they do not bomb the local airport.

The exam week is drawing to a close. The squadron of flies attack us relentlessly in school. The love letters from MALE STUDENTS, who seek free marks begin to stack up in the thrash cans. WHAT SHALL COME OF US? ITS THAT DEAD MONKEY. I can imagine that monkey unleashing all of Cupids arrows and slinging poop everywhere. The lack of the iquama prevents us from renting any form of transportation. We have to walk, hitchhike or beg the staff to take us somewhere. We just hope that our driver isn�t some angry militant from the mountains. I do not want to be on youtube with a piece of tape over my mouth
Our supervisor has been flagged for sending our salaries home for us. I guess we have to start keeping money in our rooms. I guess we have to wait for Edex/Skyline/Education experts to issue us the proper visas. Its nearly been three month already. Maybe that dead monkey is in Riyadh causing havoc. The hallways here are gloomy like some resident evil video game. My room is dark and the night air relieves all stress. Sometimes, I am scared, sometimes I can feel that dead monkeys stiff bony finger poking me at night trying to keep me awake. If you lay still you can hear him�you can hear that Dead Monkey whispering in your ear.. WELCOME! WELCOME! To Najran, Saudi Arabia WELCOME! To my hell

[007]

I hope the dead monkey is not a baboon!
Because if the dead monkey is a baboon, then you are in a big trouble!

I know one of my friends who used to work with Najran College of technology got a heart attack from a dead baboon, and was taken to a hospital. Later he resigned from his post!

[Griff-James]

[Sheikh N Bake]

Say, that's some job. Where can I apply? Sounds like the ideal place to get the monkey off your back.

[tacomaboywa]

Wow! Sounds like another satisfied customer of a recruiter. Is this the same job as mentioned in this thread?

http://forums.eslcafe.com/job/viewtopic.php?t=77248

Best of luck!

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http://www.tulbah.org/

[The Lathe of Heaven]

The distant mountains and the sporadic cloud formations. These are some of the beautiful sites in Najran, Saudi Arabia. The loose gravel constructed mountains mask what we call a �hybrid hell�.
My smile soon turned too a very stern frown, as I stared at flies picking away at the dead monkey carcass. The stiff grayish finger appeared like an old witch, preparing to curse us all. A few minutes later my hopes were rekindled, as I stared at the beautiful campus and grassy soccer fields tucked away in a neat concave. Our tears of joy quickly turned to tears of pain as we learned that this beautiful campus was not our school. The sign read �Welcome to Najran school of Technology� The driver was silent as each passing mile marked the beginning of a pain staking ordeal.

The next day, I was confused because we were given a tour of some old chicken coop. The scene was quite traumatic. No one was around, except a family of wild cats chewing on old bones and paper. This old abandoned building was our place of employment. There was no internet and exposed electrical wires. The water pressure is very low and if you're lucky the cafeteria staff would not pick their nose before delivering your order. We all would become skillful at avoiding the bathrooms. The permanent layer of brown water contain sand, poop, and sometimes articles of clothing. The stench of sewage lingers like a poisonous fog. I must have viewed the wrong website, prior to my arrival. The term Inshallah quickly lost it luster. It turned into a catch phrase for many definitions such as:

�I do not care about your problems because I have not been paid in three months�
� Hitchhike to work, I do not care what your contract says�
�I do not care if there is a small scale war only 15 km from Najran�
�f u Kafar�
: �(
The local soccer games serve as suitable entertainment. The lone western female player showed promise, until another player delivered the classic sub zero low sweep, mortal combat style (ouch). That event and complaints forced her into early retirement. WHAT SHALL BECOME OF US! IT'S THAT DEAD MONKEY, I TELL YOU, IT'S THAT DEAD MONKEY CURSING US ALL! We all look forward to the long walks around town. The piles of worn out sandals can be founded stacked in some Bengalis� room. At night, Najran blisters with noise and random car honking. The small groups of westerners searching nomadically for their sense of belonging. They show patterns like small groups of endangered species searching for new sources of food. We are shunned upon and serve as magnets for Egyptian scam artists, who masquerade as hotel doormen. The shockwaves from fighter planes are felt outside our hotel. The concern for our safety is more or less ignored, so at night we maintain half packed suitcases. We just pray that they do not bomb the local airport.

The exam week is drawing to a close. A squadron of flies attack us relentlessly in school. The love letters from MALE STUDENTS, who seek free marks begin to stack up in the trash cans. WHAT SHALL BECOME OF US? IT'S THAT DEAD MONKEY. I can imagine that monkey unleashing all of Cupids arrows and slinging poop everywhere. The lack of the iquama prevents us from renting any form of transportation. We have to walk, hitchhike or beg the staff to take us somewhere. We just hope that our driver isn�t some angry militant from the mountains. I do not want to be on YouTube with a piece of tape over my mouth.
Our supervisor has been flogged for sending our salaries home for us. I guess we have to start keeping money in our rooms. I guess we have to wait for Edex/Skyline/Education experts to issue us the proper visas. Its nearly been three month already. Maybe that dead monkey is in Riyadh causing havoc. The hallways here are gloomy like some resident evil video game. My room is dark and the night air relieves all stress. Sometimes, I am scared, sometimes I can feel that dead monkey's stiff bony finger poking me at night trying to keep me awake. If you lay still you can hear him�you can hear that Dead Monkey whispering in your ear.. WELCOME! WELCOME! To Najran, Saudi Arabia WELCOME! To my hell.

Dear Demigog,

I like your posting so much. I just had to correct it for myself so that I could save it. Do not missunderstand I am not being patronizing or anything like that. I just love it to death. Doesn't some of the surrounding landscape look like the Washington wastelands from the Fallout 3 video game?

Peace, love and all that sh*t.

The Lathe of Heaven