Remembering Amazing Thailand

Eventually, Karoline and I got tired of looking for teaching vacancies so we decided to try telemarketing. Through my homies’ help, dictation, and influence, we called one of the telemarketing bosses who was based in Thonglor. We mentioned the name of our referrer and we were asked to go to their office with a copy of our passport. Take note, just a copy is what they asked.

Since I didn’t want to show my real name I made up a name, Anne Sales. I made a copy of my passport and in the copy I covered my real name and stick a small piece of paper, wrote down my new name and made a new copy. Bingo! I’m a new person.

The next day, I went to the office with my fake copy of passport. When my name was called, I was startled a bit but I felt simultaneously it was me. The recruiter just gave me instructions on how to do the simple job and then finally shook my hand and said, “See you on Monday.” That was Friday morning. Karoline were supposed to start that day but she didn’t go.

Before I went for the interview, there were already rumours of immigration police investigating the telemarketing industry. The workers were illegal, the office was not register, and so many hoax. With over 80 telemarketing offices, there was only a handful legit ones and you would never know which.

That day as I left the building, I was more nervous than excited. After lunch, friends who was working in that building where I had my interview, came home with the bad news. Immigration police came to raid the office half an hour after I left the building.

Whew! Was I lucky or not? I was going to have a job by Monday and now it’s over before I could even start!

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