Pictures are what people perceive things to be but the painful reality behind the camera is hidden. I only lasted for 4 months in there because I know if I stay, I will go crazy. Don't get me wrong, the scenery was great, the salary was superb and most people are smiling (at least as what I see they are).
After I fell on my knees from my Canada experience, I still did not give up on my dreams to see the world. I heard about a school that supports students to work and study in Norway. I told my mom i want to try and she agreed. I studied Norwegian language and I was proud to say that I am somewhat fluent in speaking the language. I took registration as a nursing assistant in Norway and was approved and gained registration there. After a year, Norway closed its gates for immigrants ( another half million pesos wasted). Norway become very strict. Another unfortunate event in my life but I seem to think a blessing in disguise.
A friend of mine endorsed me to apply to a certain site in Denmark and told me I will gain advantage since I can speak fluent Norsk. Danish and Norwegian language are very similar.. and so I applied.. and I got the job.. and applied as a registered health worker in Denmark right after..
Months later, I finally got my authorization to travel there.. I traveled to Denmark with the best of my expectations but the job offered there was difficult for me.. too difficult.. manpower was essential.. you do all around work to the point that you feel like you are a "maid".. a "helper".. but you cannot do anything nor justify yourself at times since you cannot speak the language in a native way (though you can speak the language but they have accents that you cannot understand most of the time). you cannot get angry and talk back because it isn't your country and you are afraid to commit errors that may cause you your job.. you seem to be a walking robot without feelings..accompanied by the weather which is as cold as ice.. I would really salute to foreign people who managed to survive there..
I am working for more than 12 hours a day from Mondays to Fridays (6am to 6pm) and still managed to go to a language school at (7pm to 10pm) on Tuesdays and Thursdays just to learn the language. A living dead as what they said. Sometimes I want to raise my eyebrows to people who say that their work is so stressful, working barely for 8 hours is like a jackpot in the lottery at least for most people in the medical field..
I thought my bucket of tears in the Philippines from my rejection from Canada was enough, I never thought a river is yet to flow from my eyes. The worst part was I am alone and has no one to talk to except if my two friends are on their day offs. All I have was this blog to listen to everything. My day off with Lyra and ate Ybonne was the only fun moments I had when I was there. Everything was a struggle.. from the food, to work and especially to the language..
Looking at the brighter side, I was still fortunate. I passed the IELTS with an almost perfect score considering that I was on a brim from 6am to 10pm,.... that for me, is something I can be proud of, passing the NCLEX which many people dared to take but only a few survived was another accomplishment I cannot forget together with the visa sceen and the immigrant sponsorship given to me, which paved my path to the US in the later part of my 2014.
Looking back, the undertakings I had was too much to bear but the rewards after that was extreme as well at least for me.. When people I know say I am very fortunate.. I just smile.. because they don't know the story behind it..
After I fell on my knees from my Canada experience, I still did not give up on my dreams to see the world. I heard about a school that supports students to work and study in Norway. I told my mom i want to try and she agreed. I studied Norwegian language and I was proud to say that I am somewhat fluent in speaking the language. I took registration as a nursing assistant in Norway and was approved and gained registration there. After a year, Norway closed its gates for immigrants ( another half million pesos wasted). Norway become very strict. Another unfortunate event in my life but I seem to think a blessing in disguise.
Months later, I finally got my authorization to travel there.. I traveled to Denmark with the best of my expectations but the job offered there was difficult for me.. too difficult.. manpower was essential.. you do all around work to the point that you feel like you are a "maid".. a "helper".. but you cannot do anything nor justify yourself at times since you cannot speak the language in a native way (though you can speak the language but they have accents that you cannot understand most of the time). you cannot get angry and talk back because it isn't your country and you are afraid to commit errors that may cause you your job.. you seem to be a walking robot without feelings..accompanied by the weather which is as cold as ice.. I would really salute to foreign people who managed to survive there..
I am working for more than 12 hours a day from Mondays to Fridays (6am to 6pm) and still managed to go to a language school at (7pm to 10pm) on Tuesdays and Thursdays just to learn the language. A living dead as what they said. Sometimes I want to raise my eyebrows to people who say that their work is so stressful, working barely for 8 hours is like a jackpot in the lottery at least for most people in the medical field..
I thought my bucket of tears in the Philippines from my rejection from Canada was enough, I never thought a river is yet to flow from my eyes. The worst part was I am alone and has no one to talk to except if my two friends are on their day offs. All I have was this blog to listen to everything. My day off with Lyra and ate Ybonne was the only fun moments I had when I was there. Everything was a struggle.. from the food, to work and especially to the language..
Looking at the brighter side, I was still fortunate. I passed the IELTS with an almost perfect score considering that I was on a brim from 6am to 10pm,.... that for me, is something I can be proud of, passing the NCLEX which many people dared to take but only a few survived was another accomplishment I cannot forget together with the visa sceen and the immigrant sponsorship given to me, which paved my path to the US in the later part of my 2014.
Looking back, the undertakings I had was too much to bear but the rewards after that was extreme as well at least for me.. When people I know say I am very fortunate.. I just smile.. because they don't know the story behind it..
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