advantage.

of working in an office that sells kitchen and appliances.

this chef apparently is quite famous in Indonesian cooking "industry". he shot his upcoming episode in my office using one of the kitchens in the showroom, and of course, the wagyu beef was for me and my office mate who's been sitting behind the reception all day long--and the rest of the transTV crew.

tuhan Suka Bercanda #8

1. my manager gave me and my office mate this book, to learn how to "communicate" with people better..

2. This is the "first aid kit" in my office. if you read the notes that comes along with it, describing the purpose of the kit, you'll understand why it's in 'tuhan suka becanda' tag.*

3. the best rule i've ever seen

*sasaran p3k: menyelamatkan nyawa: aim of the first aid kit: to save life--in this term, it means to save life from a near-death experience. while what's available in that box is only stuff for headache and "masuk angin"

sunday

breakfast, yes, i always have breakfast now.

lunch. fusilli with any left-overs i could find: milk, canned beef, smoked beef, bell paper, and zenetto.

dessert. layered crepes with nutella and kahlua whipped cream.

after a while, cooking felt really good. :D

wee bit of time

yes!! i have a day off today, and i'll dedicate myself to this book, and hanggul lesson later on this afternoon.. ^^

i miss

1. a good home-made-from-sracth pasta
2. a good yet affordable wine (unlike normally-cheap-but-stupid-Indonesian-government-made-it-super-expensive-crap)
   
3. napping
4. traveling
5. learn new things everyday
6. a good book
7. time to read a good book
8. cooking
9. studying
10. "God's prophets"
11. CSI
12. Masterchef (shit, can i catch up with that this evening?!)

good day yesterday

although my prediction of 'the road will be traffic-free' was right, turned out that the bus that operates on Saturday morning were very view, ergo, i was packed in a small bus with dozens other people and it was literally like sardines in a can.

however, i still managed to see the fun of it (since i didn't get the scary kenek i got the other day). and i don't know if i'm gonna jinx it or not, but i kinda like--leaning towards 'love'--my workplace. i like the people in it (well one particular person, i could just 'nothing' it). i learned the product knowledge yesterday, so that today i could also help just in case there are more costumer at the same time.

i went home at 4 o'clock and i got the sweetest kenek ever!! i sat right beside the driver, he and the kenek talked all the way to Ciputat in Padang-language. then the kenek turned to me and asked, "mba, ngerti ga?--dou you understand, miss?" with a very sincere smile on his face. later we chatted a bit about everyday language and stuff and yesterday was actually the first time 102 bus stopped at Ciputat (usually it's just near Ciputat) so that i didn't have to walk too far to get into my next transport--angkot.

and the angkot just pass through without ngetem!! so i got home before 6 o'clock.


*kenek : co-driver(??)
**angkot : smaller public transportation
***ngetem: waiting for passenger to fill up the public transportation until it's full

todays' nonsense

kenek 102
So after three days in a row I got the same bus and the driver, today I got the different one on my way to the office. I never expect to get a seat when I’m catching the bus in the morning (it costs Rp.2000, who cares about sitting down). Well, today I got one and stand near the door because that’s where the air was, but then the kenek came to me and poked me in a most displeasing way, I thought it was just my obligation to pay the fare, but then she—yes, it’s a woman—shouted “move back!! Stop making the bus look full!” which she could say in a more decent manner. So I moved and she still poked me and everyone else to move back while there’s no more space at the back.
If that’s not annoying enough, she couldn’t stop complaining all the way. I had no idea whether she had a problem with the driver or not, but all the way she shouted “ah, ngapain narik penumpang, biarin aja supirnya yang usaha.. masa dy seenaknya.” , “biarin ga gue panggilin penumpangnya, biar ga dapet setoran.” “anjing, babi, monyet lo setan.” “ngapain mas naek angkot, enakan naek busway, dingin pake ac.” and so on..
I mean, I’m a believer that every woman was born in her own beautiful way, but this woman was demon. Obviously she’s not pretty. She didn’t have any manner. She’s not even trying to appreciate other people personal space. She didn’t look clean, well she’s a demon.

PM(?)
warning: not trying to be racist at all.
So there’s this CAHYADI lady in my office. At first, I didn’t know what I did wrong. I only been here for four days, and I’m trying my best to catch up with the system. Long story short, my tutor wanted to show me how to use the copy machine and we’d like to copy some documents and one of the document consists of a file in an A3 paper.
My tutor asked me to get the paper on the desk in the middle of the office, so I went. While I was getting the fucking paper, this cahyadi lady glared at me from head to toe with an expression that made me really want to punch someone. Because I still think I didn’t do anything wrong, I grabbed the paper and went back to my tutor. Suddenly I had this question in my head, “mba, do we have to write somewhere if we take a PIECE of paper?” then my tutor smiled and said “someone was being mean to you wasn’t it?” and I nodded.
Apparently, we do have to write somewhere if we want to take a piece of paper, especially if the paper only belongs to a significant someone.
Yesterday I have encountered some awkwardness with the very person, I asked to borrow a measure tape, and she looked up from her table, looked at me from head to toe, and said “Mana gw tau meteran gw dimana. Meteran gw ilang. Dipinjem ga dibalikin.” And she said that as if it was my fault that she lost the measure.
Yeah, so without trying to be racist at all, now I’m in the “sales” shoes,, and I remember in my old office everybody almost hate the sales person. Should just take it all in with a smile and silent curse to that lady(?)

PPKN
The rules I posted before, turned out i have to memorized it, as in one day, my GM will come and ask me the content of the rules given.


However, I still like what I’m doing.. it's different from my everyday world and also different from the office i did an internship with, and i like it here. I like the people in ‘sales group’.. and I’m here to learn, so I should just wish for the best.

first

Real job.. ^^

the only odd thing was the 'rule' stated we shal not pick our ear wax nor scratch our dandruff. (yet no 'rule' about farting, picking nose, and burping--which are more common) :D

Goodluck 초찬티~~

either it's Monday or Tuesday, GOODLUCK!!^^

(gw sama Tendy selalu siap jadi "back-up dancer" ko.. we wont steal the spotlight, don't worry, we know you are the 'birthday girl' indeed)

Last leisure

a new H&M store just opened in Singapore, and never in my history of shopping in H&M i had to queue before i enter the store, and queue again for almost 30 minutes to try on some pants (which i didn't do in the end) and yet another queue on the way to the cashier. And as long as i'm in there, i heard a lot of Indonesian accent. later i knew that it's still holiday for the private school students.

my dad went berserk in IKEA, which was surprising for me, since i'm the one that usually have that kind of behavior (this time i only purchased 3 items!!). IKEA produced this halal meatballs for the moslem which taste like craps. last news is the fact that my brother had became this shopaholic boys. oh, and those mr. simple outfit turned out to be 'ultra hip' nowadays.