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[Demigod]

I can see myself staring at the clear blue sea and abundant sea life. I can feel the warm sun against my face. Paradise...ah! Paradise. Welcome people to part three... part three of the Dead Monkey. Welcome to another glimpse into what we call �A hybrid hell� We will be landing in Jakarta, Indonesia in twenty minutes, so please return to your seats and buckle up.
The long wait in the custom lines didn�t give me a clue that I am still living this nightmare. The smirking monkey running along side the taxicab was another clue. I still have not learned from Najran, Saudi Arabia. The Monkey now is alive and well, but still smirking, still pointing his bony finger, cursing us all. I did not escape his hell; I did not escape his reach. The monkey is hiding, always hiding always adorning new disguises to torment us all.
The sandy beaches are now replaced with filthy rivers and backed up sewage. The swarms of flies from KSA are now swarms of mosquitoes. I hate the constant buzzing in your ears at night. The constant biting exposed skin at night is now bringing the monkey great joy. If you wake up quickly, you can see the dead monkey still smirking as he closes his jar of bugs. I am sweating so much, so I stumble to the bathroom to take a nice shower. Urgghh! The monkey did not install a shower. I have only a cold dripping faucet with a dirty blue pail. No means to install a washer and dryer. The monkey is laughing because you are so embarrassed that you have to hire some female worker to wash your dirty underwear.
The monkey is surely a scam artist because you are responsible for a six year old school issued laptop. You think you have dodged a bullet and return the faulty equipment. The monkey only smirks because he charges you 200 usd for an old worn out laptop bag. The dead monkey forces you to use one kind of bank and of course the atm is far away from your home. The Dead Monkey laughs because no store will accept your atm card..urggh!
The living conditions are subpar. You live on the 27th floor and the slow small elevators are always packed with people. They are six inches from your face. They stare...stare...and stare... The monkey of course hits every button on the way down...every floor brings in more people...more eyes locked on you. You feel violated and raped by the time you get to the first floor. Welcome to paradise, welcome to Indonesia!! The monkey politely whispers in your ear.
You accept all the shortcoming and attempt to be social. Oh no, the Monkey has seen this coming. You soon learned that in this English speaking school, you must be fluent in Tagalog to be properly accepted in the staff room. �Sure, we can be friends, but at work please act like we do not know each other� The women say this because they do not want to be label as promiscuous. So does this means that I sleep around? The Dead Monkey laughs because the men say the same thing... �Sure we can be friends, but at work, please act like you do not know me� does this mean that I am homosexual? � You see a group of people laughing and enjoying themselves. So you approach them because you want to laugh. They must have seen the monkey on your back. They quickly frown at you, starting talking Tatalog and disperse. The monkey smirks and say... �Welcome to paradise�
Please Mr. /Mrs. Head of Department will you please glance over my paperwork before I give it to the Vice principal?
1. �NO, I do not have time, find someone else�
2. �Didn�t you have training?�
3. They just ignore you and continue a prior conversation in Tatalog
The next week you address all of the Heads of Departments/coordinators/management. You bluntly remind them about properly informing the new staff about certain deadlines. Fair enough right? No, the dead monkey laugh is in prime form. Instead of listening to your plea for help...They all run to the Vice principal. They just tell him that you are so angry and loud. We are all scared of him, please remove him. The Vice principal request your presence in his office. He gives your paperwork back with many mistakes noted.. He tells you to ask for help next time and if it continues that it will be a negative noted in your assessment.. You shake your head in disgust as the Dead Monkey licks the back of your neck and whispers.
�Welcome to paradise, Welcome to Jakarta, Indonesia, welcome to my hell�

[malu]

SIS?

[Insubordination]

Oooh, reads like Stephen King. The visual I got of the monkey is the evil one that follows Chris around on 'The Family Guy'. This is what you need to do http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgjcvxQjpKA[/quote]

[Demigod]

Malu thank you for the advice

[wailing_imam]

Poor boy has a spot of culture shock. There, there you'll be alright.

Seems that the posters on the Indonesia page are a little less scathing than those on the Saudi page who shooed you away like a witless buffoon!

[malu]

If I had to put up with his living and working conditions I'd be pretty brassed off too.

[Bule_Gila]

This is why I refuse to live in and accept jobs from Jakarta or any other large city in Indonesia.

AHHH Samarinda, only 4 EXPAT ESL TEACHERS (myself included), makes for a better living condition when the market is not saturated!