So today I quit my job. I realize that it’s Sunday, but down here, Sunday is a working day. So yes, I quit my job today.
Mind you, this is not the job I (also) relocated to Dubai for. No, that ended four months ago. Yep, the company decided to close their Dubai office on the day that I was supposed to start working. And so, without even having started, I was back on the street. Contract was terminated, along with my company accommodation agreement and my pride.
New country, no friends or family, and no house. Dubai was really growing on me.
I took a day to assess my situation in my now way to expensive hotel, and then decided to start with that; book a cheaper hotel. I got my stuff together and checked-in to the new hotel, far, far away from the good life. Then it was time for business.
With my expansive background in Banking, and Dubai being the new up and coming money making machine, I figured, the fastest and most financially rewarding way to go, would be to jump back into another Banking job. With Tax-free salaries ranging between $7000 and $18000 a month for a mid-career level wealth Manager, I was positive that I would be off to a good start. Salaries down here are relatively high compared to other cities because the cost of living is, well, high. Very high.
Within no time I had several interviews going and I quickly became a career interviewer, sometimes even impressing myself. I received several job offers and decided to go with one Multinational with a good offer and an immediate start date. Or so I thought.
Turns out, down here things take time. A LOT of time. Waiting to hear about the next step during the hiring process easily takes on a month, and this is just the feedback from your interview you’re waiting on. No amount of phone calls and/or e-mails seem to speed this up. And I know, because this happened to me 3 times over the course of 4 months. Anyways, long story short. Job offer was extended, I accepted and signed. Contract was never issued. Turned out, after waiting for 1 month 2 weeks, that the change of management had resulted in the postponement of this and all other new hires and open vacancies. I was advised to start looking elsewhere.
Blow in the face #2. Dubai just keeps getting better.
With another month wasted and money running out fast, I was believing God for a miracle more than ever before. And believe it or not. Over the next 3 months, I would receive 3 job offers (remember the waiting time between interviews and feedback). With one job I had to do up to 6 interviews and an assessment. I was offered that job. Then received a call after another long wait, that they have decided to go with an internal candidate. I just could not believe my luck out here.
I was out of money, literally. Luckily, I had built such a good relationship with the hotel staff that they allowed me to stay even though my bill payment was way overdue. I was trying to get money from anywhere and anyone at this point (not in that way perverts). I applied for cleaning jobs, nanny jobs, driving jobs but of course, no one was interested in hiring a career banker as a Nanny. During this time, I would wake up early in the morning and instead of crying and begging God for help, I would just feel the need to praise Him. I could not explain it but all I wanted to do is Praise him in Advance. I felt something good was coming my way.
Then this vacancy caught my eye, “Trainee Recruitment Consultant”. They did not require any experience and training was on the house. Basic salary was $500 per month, the rest would be commission. At this point I needed that $500 more than anything. Of course with minimum rents of $1,200 per month for a tiny studio, the basic salary wouldn’t cut it, but perhaps I could work extra hard and make a good living from the commission. I applied for the job, did all 4 interview rounds in one day (they were impressed by my now well polished answers). Got the call the next day that I got the job and received the job offer the same day. I couldn’t believe this was happening so fast, this has to be God. Right?
Today almost marks a month since I joined that recruitment company. Turns out, this year alone over 6 people were hired and had left the company all within a month of joining. Needless to say, I did not get anywhere close to earning any commission and staying was not an option. So today, I quit my job.
It’s been five months since I moved to Dubai and everyone is telling me to leave, come back home and pick up where I left off. “Dubai has taken more from you than you can afford to give” in my Mom’s voice. But I don’t believe in giving up before trying every possible other option. I have not reached the “I tried everything”stage yet, far from it. Leaving now would be like plowing the ground, sowing your seeds, watering them and then leave right after because nothing happened.
I believe in reaping what you sow. I believe in investment and THEN returns. I wonder what this world would look like, or even our lives would look like, if our forefathers tried to build up the country for a short while and then gave up cause it was taking too long. I wonder how many inventions we would have today if everybody gave up after the 4th try. How many people would be enjoying the freedom that they have today if nobody ever really fought for it? I still believe in the accomplishment of dreams. My dreams.
And so, I believe that there are good things ahead for me, and I trust God for the strength to carry on until it does get better. Hey, anything good ever come easy?