I have read all the inputs on this topic thus far and let me give you my experience thus far.
I am very experienced and highly qualified in what I do.
In South Africa I had a good, stable job, with excellent income.
Then in January, out of the blue, I received a call from an agent. Some saudi guys saw my profile on Linkedin and wanted to meet me. I told the agent I was not in the market, but would meet the Saudi guy.
I met him in one of the top hotels in Cape Town and was immediately im pressed with his presence, honesty and just general demeanour.
Later that same day the agent phoned me and informed me they wanted to employ me. Well, they gave me a figure which was less then my then salary. I declined. They eventually went pass my then salary, and added a house for family, car, medical insurance, bonusses, etc.
Being a Muslim and having been to Mecca once for Hadj 12 years ago, my wife sort of convinced me to accept it.
I was not to excited but thought why not.
I resigned my job I had and came here on 2 March.
Immediately I did not like it. I was going to be away from my family for 3 months. Also they did not deliver the house they promised. They put me up in a villa in a compound with 2 other guys. I was last guy in so I ended up with the small bedroom, with 2 small bunkbeds. I had to share a shower and toilet facilities with one of the other guys. The 1st in had the ensuite room.
Also the 1 guy had a car and we had to drive with him to and from work. I did not get my promised car.
On Day 2, on our way back from the office, the guy with the care tells us he has an appointment at a mall. He will drop us there and we must take a taxi home.
Here I am, in the dark, in a foreign country. The 1st taxi driver qwe stopped could not understand a word of English. We eventually got a Pakistani taxi driver who could speak some English.
As he drove us to our compound, I asked him for his phone number.
when I got back to the compound I got onto my laptop, booked me a flight back to SA that same night. I phoned the taxi driver to come fetch me.
That very night, I was on a flight 11pm from Dammam to Doha. The next day at 17:10 I was back in Cape Town.
I think that must be a record for a person staying here.
But I will tell you more in part 2. This is already very long.
But everything worked out for me