75 days. Of misery. Of patience. Of hope. Thats how long I had to wait. Its one of those rare times when I had all the time in the world, but nothing to do.
In the end, it feels sweet. All that hard work was worth it.
When I initially arrived in this new country, I was damn sure I would land a job right away. Surely, I had everything they wanted. Few people out there could boast of my skill and experience.
Or so I thought.
I had to wait 75 days. In order to land my first job.
Later I heard stories of people waiting more than 3 months just to land their first gig. Ouch.
There are accounts of people taking up low paying unskilled jobs just to get some income. Desperate measures.
I guess I was more fortunate.
So now, its back to the 12 hour overtime-without-overtime-pay schedule for me.
Things have a funny way of working out.
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