I have an Indonesian maid to help with home chores. My wife is a teacher, a real committed primary school teacher who pays more attention to her students than her kids. We let the maid go back to West Java, Indonesia for a short holiday to visit her ailing father late last year. It was a difficult decision. We were warned about strict immigration requirement on part of Indonesian government. But being a caring employer, we let her go.
The reality set in, and it was a nightmare. She could not return as scheduled. She was stranded at the Jakarta airport. With no employer's leave approval endorsed by the Indonesian Embassy in KL, she could not board the Air Asia flight to KL. She didn't carry much cash either.
The reality set in, and it was a nightmare. She could not return as scheduled. She was stranded at the Jakarta airport. With no employer's leave approval endorsed by the Indonesian Embassy in KL, she could not board the Air Asia flight to KL. She didn't carry much cash either.
The turn of the event saw us me and my wife in the city of Jakarta for the first time. Jakarta is a city of people. People are everywhere. On the road. On the microbus. On the bajaj. Under the bridges. On the train. I was thinking it must be easy to do recruitment here to fill up vacancies in my organization.
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