as I sat in my Jogja hostel after another long day of slaving away in front of blank Word document, I begin thinking about what it would be like to be a multi-millionaire marketing director for development projects in the north of Bali. It sounded good. It sounded like a way out of my post-college poverty, but I remembered then that gave me this opportunity there about two weeks. I politely said no.
When I wonder if I had given up one of those rare things in history when a dark luck is an entrepreneur unsuspecting millionaire, I realize that I have nothing in common with the likes of Henry Ford, Nikola Tesla, and Pope Sixtus IV. It is difficult to say whether or not the idea of someone is a scam until you have been scammed, but with a little common sense and good advice from some good friends m 'gave the verdict: SCAM. Although they are never easy to spot in their early stages, this is a type of scam floating around the coast of Bali.
But here's the blow: in exchange for a free place to stay, rent cheap motorbike and fun to play with dogs all day, my job was to help and partners get the land title and get permission to land north of the Balinese so his company could then attract investors to inoculate millions of dollars for their real estate projects on the ground. Also, I would not be paid until I managed to get land titles. I thought it sounded attractive at first, like a real job with responsibility, but I really thought this - this man who had no idea who I am wanted me to talk with the local Balinese and get their land titles. The whole project was massive and where to end, it would take billions of dollars of capital and would include a monorail, hotels, hospitals, bungalows, schools, movie studios, animal parks, water parks a theme park based around the ideals of Disneyland, fish farms, clean water technologies, and even the development of ... wait for it ... forests.
First of all, I personally had no idea what it all meant, words such as venture capital and seed money meant nothing to me, and secondly with my skills Indonesian I can barely get the waitress at Pizza Hut to give me pineapples instead of mushrooms on an American favorite meal. Nevertheless, I realized that my skills have not come close to what this man asked me, but for such a large project it would seem important to ask a little bit about my skill level. The only thing they asked was if I could speak Indonesian, which I answered with one word "bisa". I did not even have time to say "only a little" or "my Indonesian is not good" before the man continued on the project, speaking at 100 words per minute.
I seems as if I'm not the only person they met, and as there are many young expatriates and naive across Bali that are looking for their big break, they have a lot of people to sift through. here it is important to look beyond the numbers to six figures they put in front of you and think of the actual work itself. Consider the dimensions of what they ask you to do. and if all that it was necessary for you to get a high position in a project worth several million dollars developing into one of the most sought after properties in the world was easier than taking a spoonful of sambal, then you are probably dealing with a scam.
It is difficult to know if a scam is a scam until you have been scammed, but by putting your ego aside and investigate the question you can save yourself a lot of future trouble.
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