To be honest with you, I don’t like thinking about Saudi Arabia. Yeah, I learned this and that but I rarely think about that place. Though, I would’ve stayed for the time I was committed but that’s a whole nother story. For your sake, and maybe ’cause I like y’all, I will periodically share the limited experiences I had.
As for me getting outta there, well, how can I put this in a way that makes me look good?…Okay. Here’s the unvarnished truth…
On my way out, while at the airport, the man who took care of employees’ visas didn’t know how to take care of employees’ visas. I didn’t know if my visa was good until I went through immigration at the airport. You’d think I’d know that prior to getting to the damn airport but I didn’t, nor did the fella who did the paperwork. I went to the Office of Immigration at the airport to check. First of all, I was pushed aside so that males who came to the window after me could get waited on. When I was called up again, the fella behind the window said, “What’s your problem?” in a scowling tone with the facial expression to match it. Stank Biaaaatch!
In the meantime, I’ve got other employees who were still at the compound constantly calling me to see if my visa’s any good cause they’ve got the same shit I do and I was the gineau pig since I was leaving before them. I also had Visa Guy calling, along with another Visa Guy out of Riyadh.
So. Like the bad ass I am, when I made it through immigration, I sent a text to Visa Guy in Al Jouf, where I was working. My text went like this:
U are so incompetent and a lazy liar. The inefficiency in which U handle simple business is so amazing. Prepare to cover your ass because I am not done.
This, folks, started Visa Guy to stalking me on my cell phone. He starting texting me every hour or so. I never responded. Shit, it was late and I was tired. Besides, I didn’t feel like acting a fool with him. I’d already done my part. He should’ve been in bed with his wife or enjoying Ramadan festivities, not bombarding me with text messages. Hell, I only sent him one and that should’ve been enough, right? And too, if he had done his job right, I’d never have sent him that message in the first place. His last message to me was:
My job tomorrow is how to teach you a lesson. U will be sorry ’cause u sent me indecent SMS. Get ready.
To give you a snippet of my response to that in an email to Visa Guy’s boss, I said:
Telling Mustafa (not his real name) that his work ethics and integrity was not indecent. It was necessary.
Anyhow folks, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it, alright? My sister said Mustafa never had a woman talk to him in such a way but instead of being mad about it, he should get down on his knees and thank me. Seriously. I worked indirectly with his wife day in and day out but did I bother teaching her any of my tongue-lashing skills? Absolutely not, folks. And as far as I’m concerned, Mustafa should be thanking the shit outta me.