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What can someone say about this. I copied it from a site and I need clarification.I was a Doctor in Nigeria, now a Cleaner in Canada - Nigerian abroad Lamentations Of Other Nigerian ProfessionalsSaturday, May 30, 2009People leave their home country with a dream of living a better life. But they tend to be oblivious of the challenges or, more realistically put, obstacles lying ahead. Not all of them get success in this endeavour. In this compilation by LAOLU AFOLABI, the travails of Nigerian professionals and other foreign nationals in Canada are brought to the fore.http://odili.net/news/source/2009/may/30/606.htmlCanada is a land of 10 million square miles. Its population is below 30 million and its rate of growth is less than 0.9 per cent. In addition, the next-door neighbour country is the United States, which offers huge job opportunities.For all these reasons, Canada suffers from human resource deficiency throughout the year. This country attracts millions of people from around the globe, regardless of religion, belief and ideology due to its easy immigration system. Peaceful coexistence and support from government have encouraged people around the globe to migrate to Canada.Harsh RealityAlthough Canada provides warm welcome to new immigrants, the job market behaves the opposite. The country tends to favour the ‘True Canadians’ who are your next generation offspring. The new immigrants face the harsh inbuilt dichotomy of the job market as it is impossible to get a job without experience in Canada which itself, cannot be gained without a job.Falling into this vicious cycle, the new immigrants give up their last hope of getting a good job. So many immigrants, including taxi drivers, got Ph.D but had to engage in menial jobs, as there had been no job for them.This is a fairly common phenomenon, which scares new applicants. Although this is not the very common situation, every applicant has to bear in mind that he/she has to go through a series of hardship in getting their desired jobs. Applicant has to be mentally and physically prepared for a long struggle to see him/herself in a desired position.In Canada, services in various sectors such as engineering, medical and education are maintained by respective regulatory bodies through various acts. That is why a person who seeks a job as an engineer has to take a licence of professional engineering; medical professionals such as doctors have to take recourse of a long process for getting certified by the Medical of Canada; nurses have to undertake certified test; for accountants, CMA certificate is mandatory; for the teachers of primary and secondary levels, teachers’ certificate is required; IT specialists have to acquire certificate on various modules; pharmacists require certification in Pharmacy.The boldness, perseverance and doggedness of many Nigerians, coupled with their native intelligence, often result in the emergence of very capable, exceptionally intelligent high achievers. When the playing field is level, Nigerians have a knack of shining in many areas of human endeavour, particularly in the ‘professions’ i.e. Accounting, Law, Academics, Computer Science, Medicine, Education, Engineering etc. Just pick up the graduation/commencement brochure of any US high school or college with Nigerian students and look at their rankings.It is a great irony to many in the immigration field, and to newcomers themselves, a bitter joke. Canada has a shortage of skilled professionals, and yet thousands of internationally trained doctors, engineers, teachers and nurses are forced to deliver pizzas and drive taxis.“What angers me is we are a capable people. We have the credentials. We just can’t get the jobs,” complained a Nigerian, who feels the government has shattered his hopes and dreams.Last year, when Canada changed the way it selects immigrants, many were happy to see the end of the old system, which matched newcomers with worker shortages. Now, Canada chooses immigrants not on their occupation, but on their education, skills and language abilities. Applicants must score 67 of a possible 100 points to be accepted.Ostensibly, being talented and smart should make them more employable. But it isn’t working out that way. Canada is recruiting the right kind of people, but they are stuck in a bottleneck, as the agencies and bodies that regulate the fields of Medicine, Teaching and Nursing struggle to assess their qualifications.“We have a disaster on our hands,” says Joan Atlin, Executive Director of the Association of International Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario.“There are thousands of under-employed foreign professionals across the country. At the same time, we have a shortage of skilled professionals, especially in the health-care field. We don’t so much have a doctor shortage as an assessment and licensing bottleneck,” she said.A recent statistics in Canada which studies 164,200 immigrants who arrived between 2000 and 2001 found that 70 per cent had problems entering the labour force. Six in every 10 were forced to take jobs other than those they were trained to do. The two most common occupational groups for men were Science (natural and applied) and Management, but most ended up working in sales and service or processing and manufacturing.There was a conference on the subject of Canadian experience and, in attendance, were dozens of foreign-trained professionals – some Nigerian bankers, doctors and engineers who are not working in their professions.At the conference, the lamentations were, in summation: “We are highly skilled men and women who arrived in Canada and are not allowed to do what we were trained to do.” People who want to come to Canada are not told what to expect.In the conference, a banker said, “When I applied, I had to qualify. There are marks for experience, education and so on. You have to get 70 marks. I got 72. When I came here, I found my degrees were worth nothing, useful only to work at a cold room. I left a banking job in Nigeria and here, though I was living in a foreign land, a dream of many years, I am not fulfilled.”Also, a medical doctor said “I never knew it would be difficult to get a medical licence here. But I don’t know it would be such a bureaucratic, disheartening and, ultimately, fruitless journey. I sent my application to the Royal College of Physicians and Surgeons two and a half years ago, and I haven’t even received a response. I was worried my file might be lost in a drawer somewhere. I am ready to go anywhere, even rural Saskatchewan, small-town Ontario.“After being certified a doctor in Nigeria, I got employment as a cleaner here. It’s so disturbing. Anytime some of the doctors here have a problem, they come to me for help.They know what I can do, but to them, I have not obtained Canadian qualification. “I have been cleaning the hospital here, in fact, I have even been a babysitter,” she lamented. Another doctor at the meeting had once applied for a job as a health care worker. The answer was “sorry, you are overqualified.” The doctor then applied for work as a medical secretary and was told 30 words per minute wasn’t good enough and in any case, where is the diploma in secretarial skills? A final insult, the doctor could not get a job as a personal support worker: No experience, no qualifications.Other foreign professionals in that country also have a taste of the experience. In their homelands, they are engineers, professors, doctors and business people. Now, they drive cabs.Leon KalemkerianLeon Kalemkerian, an engineer in Iraq, drives a Limo in Toronto. “It takes no time for a dream to turn into a nightmare,” Kalemkerian said.The electronics engineer, now 59, emigrated from Iraq in 1995 to provide a better life and more opportunities for his three children – and a job for himself. Kalemkerian has been driving Limousine for nine years. He said he tried everything possible to get his qualifications recognised in Canada. “I was told I have good work experience but I should have Canadian education,” Kalemkerian said. Even though he completed courses in Ethics and Law at the University of Toronto, that wasn’t enough.Reza Hosseinioun“Everything about Economics is fascinating,” says Mohammad Reza Hosseinioun. Hosseinioun, who goes by the name Reza, has a PhD in Economics and now drives a cab in Toronto. It’s not what he wanted to do but, for the lack of any choice, is what he was forced to do. Reza, 54, was born and raised in Mashad, Iran. In 1981, he went to India to study Economics at Bhopal University (now known as Barkatullah University Bhopal). He completed his PhD in 1988 after which he came to Canada and applied for refugee status. But in Canada, his dream fizzled.Tejpal BathDays after graduation, Tejpal Bath was offered his dream job: living in a village and caring for cows, buffalo and horses. Bath, 35, was a veterinarian in northern India. In Canada, he drives a cab. Bath studied Veterinarian Sciences at Punjab Agricultural University in northern India, graduating in 1997 after five gruelling years. The work was satisfying. But in 2001, he visited his brother in Toronto and met some old friends. He returned home, opened a small animal clinic and applied for immigration at the same time. The clinic was doing well, but he and his wife decided to give Canada a try. They and their son, now nine, moved there in 2006. He took the first qualifying test for a veterinarian licence but didn’t pass. He drove a truck for a while. But it kept him away from his family so, two years ago, he decided to drive a cab.Chamkaur Singh DhaliwalAt 36, Chamkaur Singh Dhaliwal was the youngest professor of Agricultural Entomology at a university in northern India. About 17 years later, he is one of dozens of cabbies waiting for fares at Pearson airport. Dhaliwal joined as an assistant professor in the Department of Entomology at Punjab Agricultural University in Ludhiana, India, in 1980, becoming professor in 1996. It was a good life and Dhaliwal and his wife, Savinder, a school principal, were content. Two weeks after the family landed in Toronto, Dhaliwal went to the University of Guelph. His PhD was recognised, but he couldn’t find work. He opted to become a real estate agent. That went well until the market downslided. With a family to support and a mortgage to pay, Dhaliwal decided to drive a cab.Are these claims true about Canada? And to what extent?

It's fun. You're part of a world class brand. You're automatically seen as sexy, chic, in the know, and a bright, smiling face. You meet fabulous fellow associates all working with you to sell fun, sexy, great products. You get to meet all kinds of customers, from the fabulous seventy+ year olds coming in to find a comfortable, supportive bra and some fancy panties to the young teens and preteens coming in for their first bras and bra fittings.It's rewarding. Some mornings, I helped older ladies down from Canada find the perfect bras for their size, shape, and personal preferences (color, lace, design, etc), and some evenings, I helped emerging transgenders find their first bras or drag queens pick out some eye-catching lingerie for the next contest. I loved to help the women who came in complaining of ill-fitting bras, bras that were uncomfortable, breasts that were sagging, etc. We almost always found something that they left with (and often, in!) feeling happy, confident, and sexy in.It's a great place to find your selling niche. During the two years I worked for VS, I was pregnant twice (yes, I know. Guess the product was just that good, huh? HAH!), and let me tell you, I took my sales associates (many of them young girls in college) from knowing zilcho about how to help pregnant and then nursing women find a good bra to being the pregnancy & baby-related bra experts. Having gone through the breast explosion of pregnancy (I went from a 36C to a 36DD - yikes!), I was always able to relate and counsel expectant mothers. Having seen my perky breasts take a downward tilt thanks to pregnancy & nursing, I knew just how to make other mothers feel more comfortable with shared experience, and I knew just which bras would help the situation out. And it felt good. Yes, it helped me make my sales plans, achieve goals, and garner great customer reviews and thanks. More importantly (to me at least), it made me feel useful. Me personally. I was able to see how I could (and did) help fellow human beings out. It seems like a small thing, but you know, the connections I made with my fellow humans were wonderful. It's not changing the world, saving lives, or curing cancer, but it was making one woman's life just a little bit more comfortable, more fun, and more sexy.It's glamorous. My sister says she loved when I worked at VS best of anything (which is funny, because it wasn't the company that I loved the most of my jobs, though it was very fun). I think that her opinion relies on two things: my 40% discount (to Victoria's Secret, Henri Bendel, and Bath & Body Works) and my new glam wardrobe. However PC that VS writes their dress code to be, and however neutrally they talk about it during hiring and onboarding, the truth of the matter is that a glamorous, attractive appearance is expected. I was instructed to give coaching conversations to associates (managers and non) suggesting (requiring?) that they wear make-up. As someone who is severely lacking in the makeup-know how department myself, this was always a tough conversation for me to have, on many levels. It was also a tough expectation for me to live with (prior to VS, my idea of being heavily made up involved mascara, powder foundation, blush, and lipstick - mayyyybe some sparkly eyeshadow from Bare Escentuals if I was feeling extra dazzly). After being hired at VS, I had to quickly take a crash course in eyeshadow (luckily they had how-to guides during my Beauty training, LOL), eyeliner, etc. Whew! My wonderful Pink supervisor (then product manager, now successful store manager of her own very successful VS store) was very patient in helping me figure out the whole makeup scene, and later, became a very dear friend and my new "glam" shopping buddy. Oh the money we spent buying sexy, dressy, classy, glamorous, bling-y black clothing and ridiculous shoes!It's fun + glamorous. We would often do theme days for high volume days (Valentine's Day, Black Friday, etc), and our favorites were: 80's hair and makeup, Pinup Valentine's Day (weekend), and Bling your A-Game (we wore our most sparkly, amazing outfits and jewelry).It's great experience. For obvious reasons, it's a great place to work to gain experience in sales, marketing, retail, management, branding, etc. It also is a wonderful place to gain customer service experience, product management (physical products), HR management, and a plethora of other applications. I learned so much there. I will always be glad that I made the decision to accept their offer and work with the company for the couple of years that I did, because the learnings and insights I gained, and the challenges and opportunities I overcame, have helped me grow tremendously, both as a leader and manager and as a person and mother.On the flip side...It's tedious. Think of the panty bar (that huge table covered in panties, with drawer upon drawer of, yes, you guessed it, more panties below). Think of how messed up it looks during sales, towards the end of a busy day, etc. Think of how quick and easy it is to mess it up when hunting for a certain size and color. Now think of how much work it is to recover it every day and night. Think of the bra drawers that people hunt through and shove back in with bras sticking out. Think of the gobs of lotions and perfumes that people spill while testing them. Think of all the shiny surfaces and mirrors that gather finger prints and smudges all day long. Think of the piles of discarded bras, panties, shirts, pajamas, slips, etc that are left in the fitting rooms. Now imagine having to fix it all up in a very short amount of time, getting it neat and perfect for the business - or think of doing all of it while the store's open, trying to balance putting things back (so they'll be there for other customers!) with helping customers who need you along the way. Whew! I cringe even now, a year after I've left, just thinking of Recovery. Ugh.It's thankless. Like in many retail jobs, you'll meet some fabulous customers who will really warm your heart and make you feel that the effort you put into them was worthwhile. You'll meet some good customers, who make you smile in return for your efforts. And then you'll meet the other ones, who will treat you like you're stupid, you're worthless, like you're trying to make life more difficult for them (why, oh WHY would I ever do that?), like they're entitled to special treatment, special discounts, or free things. You'll meet ones that treat you like you're some sort of second class citizen. Like you aren't equal to them, like at the end of the day, you're not just another person working for her living, but that you live in some sort of feudal caste system, where you shouldn't be able to later wander about in the same space as they do. You'll bust your butt to find something for someone, to make something right (taking back a bra that's clearly been mistreated, used for years, and possibly even intentionally damaged, and allowing them to have store credit or a brand new, expensive bra in return), or to call around a million stores looking for that ONE blue thong in size XS for them. And they won't thank you. They won't appreciate it. They'll take it as their due, and probably grumble about how long it's taking you in the meanwhile.It's retail. That means long, long hours, and sometimes a lack of proper breaks, regardless of what the laws are, what exceptions/punches you'll take, and what the official policy is. It means some very early morning shifts (think of Black Friday!), a lot of late evening shifts (no one goes home until the store is recovered), and many six day work weeks. It means never being off when other people are - their times off are your busiest days! It means always being go-go-go. It means hours upon hours of walking (sometimes running) around the sales floor (marble) in fancy heeled shoes. It means a low pay-to-work-done ratio. I felt this, especially for my poor associates. They EARNED every cent of their pay. They could have been sitting on their butts answering phones somewhere for that same salary - and then some. It means getting called into work at the drop of a hat because someone called in sick, because the store hit a crisis (registers stopped working, safe was jammed, etc), because your DM said so, or what have you. It means calls at all hours asking questions. Honestly, I got called or paged (texted) a million times more than my husband ever does, and he's a doctor! My hours were more brutal than his. I remember being IN LABOR with my second son and literally being texted (and returning the texts) by my category manager who was going to be running the store during my six week leave. I remember being at the store til 4am the night before Semi-Annual Sale, going home, collapsing for two hours, and then glamming it back up to be back at the store by 7am to greet the early customers. It's tough.Retail is not for sissies. Retail is for the strong. And VS is for the glam strong.**Okay, I forgot something very important:It's exciting. The incentives programs for winning sales contests, promotional plans, etc, are great. The bonuses for meeting plans are fabulous. And my store in ND was one of the top stores in a certain plan last year, so the store manager (my dear friend, who took over after I moved) was able to go to the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show taping in NYC (all expenses paid, of COURSE!!!), sit front row at the show, and go to some awesome events, parties, and model meetups. Other promotions and prizes to be won include fabulous trips to NYC, to Florida for spring break, etc. So much exciting stuff to be won - and all very attainable. How did I forget this, I wonder?