6/19/2011 - The First Flight to Independency
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Everyone has their own dreams to fulfill and I have lots when in case to dreams issue. It was 2005 then when I had my first flight to independency it’s been my long dream to work abroad, though I had a good decent job in the Philippines a pioneering employee in one of the American company in which grew successfully (as I could say I am proud that we are also part of the backbone of the company) but then longing working abroad doesn’t fade away, but the more I think of it the more I desire to fulfill it.
Then one call from my brother change the future and on the other side its going to fulfill the long time dream. I am nervous and ecstatic at the same time. Mixed emotion eating up my mind, my courage has been gradually wither with “what if” questions mark that keeps playing in my mind like a never ending song in which it almost scares me to death, but my strong-willed fight back too that this is what I wanted long time ago, to work abroad.
Excitement grew more inside as I arranging my resignation to my company I feel proud that one of my dreams is almost at the grasp of my hand only few days to count on and I was there. Finally, says “this is it!” But my heart is also pounding and filled with different emotions longing for my long time comrades, subordinates, my daily grueling task in the office like considered it as almost a habit (Papers, computers, meetings, a time to time client updates, transmission dates, issues that’s been throwing like a dirty toilet papers and more others). There’s nothing more exciting but to be away from continuous production drama from some crab mentality area under discussion.
I arranged everything from resignation to my luggage, date of arrival is March 19, 2005 to be exact as what my memory recalls it. I checked in my luggage is in inside, I had tickets, boarding pass everything is okay all I need is to queue in the immigration area, but never thought I’m going to failed it 3 times and 3 times that I had to go back home carrying my luggage to my disgrace. Definitely, I had to look for the reason of failing it to get the approval of the immigration officer. I had supporting papers, passport, tickets, boarding pass, terminal fee is paid all documents are definitely a real McCoy. So, I sought for my auntie’s help since she was a commander in chief in the ATO before she resigned and the one sitting as Director in the Airport is one of her subordinates so to speak. She escorted me, and called the so-called friend of her or long time co-workers just if anything possible happen of disapproval by the immigration officer again without any possible reasons then he could give a helping hand. My auntie was too believe that there’s is no any reason for holding an approval for my exit visa so she is willing to help that is. To cut the long story short, I re-discovered that there was some kind of anomaly cooking inside (whatever that is), thanks that it was then reached the knowledge of our VP after visiting the UAE last March 2011. So, hoping there is no such kind of dilemma again in getting an exit visa (stamp or whatever they call it).
After the long drama in getting my exit visa (stamp) approval I finally get on board. While sitting in Boeing 747 of Cathay Pacific emotions are all mixed up again, excitement, nervousness and other unsolicited feelings that I couldn’t even describe. It maybe a feeling of a one long time dream that indeed has come true and a new pace of life that is awaiting me in Dubai which is still all behind the clouds.
…Next I will tell you about my first flight stop in Hong Kong and my destination's Dubai.
