Oz Chronicles 1

Raquel and I discussed over lunch break today that although our site is about two individuals living in Oz (that’s Australia to you new guys), we don’t really have much in terms of content relating to our experiences in the land they call Down Under.

When we started this combined blog, in the back of my head I wanted this to be a place where Filipinos planning to move to Oz can get a good idea of what to expect when they come on over. And the way I want to accomplish that is to simply relate my own experiences when I got here and hopefully from that, the reader will get an idea of what it’s like here.

To make it additionally easy for readers to find posts like this through our archives, I’ll simply give the posts a title of Oz Chronicles with a number that pertains to the number of times a similar post has been posted before.

Okay enough of that and let me make this an actual Oz Chronicle post by relating to you something that happened even before I stepped on Australian soil.

I was able to come over to Australia because there was a posting in the local (Philippine) newspaper about an Oz company seeking programmers that matched my skill set back in late 2000. I was very fortunate to get the job because as it turned out later, I was the very last Filipino hired by them.

It was an IT consulting firm and the job was that of an IT consultant. So although they will pay for all expenses in getting me to Oz, they must be able to get me a client company to work with otherwise they’d be paying me a monthly wage for nothing.

So anyway, that should be enough back story for what I really want to tell, which is related to Australian accents:
One day, my account manager rang me and asked me some questions to determine if I was suitable for one of the client companies that needed a programmer.

“G’day Gabriel. **** here,” she said. “I need to ask you if you know the following technologies.”

“Go ahead,” I replied.

“Visual Basic?” she asked.


“Microsoft Access?”



VBI? What’s VBI, I thought. Never heard of it before. Could it be a Visual Basic technology I’m not aware of? So I clarified, “VBI?”

“Yes. VBI.”

I paused for a while. She seemed to have realised that I was probably puzzled so she added, “VBI. Visual Basic for Applications?”

OOHHH! VBA! It sure sounded like she said I rather than A.
And that was my first ever real encounter with the Australian accent which would become a sort of obstacle for me in my first few months in Oz.

Published in: on January 18, 2005 at 5:22 pm  Leave a Comment  

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