I have been in the rut recently. I have felt so down. I think it is almost the same the last time, especially when I came back from my vacation. I mean, feeling low after the “high” of the vacation. Now, it’s an ultra low after a high at work. Maybe it’s a circle… one time up there, everything seems to be falling in place and then the next moment, bang! You’re so down there… *sigh*
Now that the end of my contract is getting a bit clearer by the day, it seems there are more and more obstacles cropping out. One staff quitting on me, pressure to hire for the project, etc, etc. Am I really gonna quit now? I am getting afraid each day… But what am I really afraid of?
My biggest fear is not being able to get out before it is too late.
This is solely a personal point of view of what I have seen of people who have gone to work outside the country. Not those who have migrated, but those who have stayed and probably opted to just be an overseas worker.
The moment we, yes, including myself, receive the contract that we have been waiting for our heart and mind thank God… and then our minds begin to ran as fast as it could of what we could do with the money that we will earn. I cannot stop thinking about what I can “give” my family once I begin receiving the salary that has been promised. Sometimes even to the point that I could even sacrifice myself, I can live without many things just so my family’s needs can be met.
True, many workers actually live so frugally that one can even hold back buying for himself just so they can send money, worse, get their children luxuries that we actually know they live without. PSP? Wii? Xbox? Laptop? How about a Blackberry or an Iphone? The status that we think would buy our absence from their lives.
Don’t get me wrong, I have experienced hardship. I am no stranger to living from “hand to hand”. My mother was the only breadwinner when I was young, I have a younger brother and a sister. We practically lived on whatever my mother could bring home. Maybe we were luckier than others. But I tell you there were times when the electricity company would come in order to cut our supply because Mama had no money to pay our overdue bill.
I remember being in the 4th or 5th grade, or both, when every Saturday I would go to the fish market and sell fish so that we could have extra food and I’d have additional lunch money. It was a hard life. I vowed my daughter would not go through all those… But at what expense?
I want to get out… I want to be with her… But I also want to be able to provide her with a better life. Better than what I had then.
But at what cost?

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