tuhan suka becanda #10

my boss called me to investigate a negataive romour she heard. so apparently i'm just "another girl" and later this day i asked again about my commision, muti and i was that close to give ourresignation letter this afternoon.. thankfully the matter sorted out quite well..then later in theevening we played "ball game" and yes, umpan disambut.. maksudnya baik..

all of you can just go fuck yourself, assholes!! shame on you.

Happy Pills

no matter how dull the office is, as long as i still have them, i think i'll be alright.

(by the way, we were so bored we tried every photo-application on our free ipad)

farewel

she's one of my first 'real-life' teachers. i love her unconditionally.
if there are some things i learned from her is i learned to let people in and accept them the way they are, despite their imperfections. She also taught me to appreciate the wonderful life i have. She's one of a kind for sure.

gaji buta #3

went to a meeting outside the office. it's actually nearby and i could just get a bajaj to take me there.. but since my office has some pride to maintain i had to take muti with me (well, actually we just needed to get out of the office and stated that muti's car is the only way to go there)
and after the meeting, we took a little detour to enjoy a gift from our office mate that just came from china. (the little red--of course it's red! it's made in china--thing)

Mood breaker

Not that I’m not used to it, it’s just the fact that people will always try to investigate your bad part to the very core no matter how well the outcome you’ve given them. I feel like punching (or maybe hurt them with any kind of blunt objects over and over again) the on the head, simply just to see what’s inside their rotten mind.

Someone once taught me, "before you judge people, try—I’m not saying it’s gonna be easy—to measure their good feature first. ANY good features, even if it’s just the fact that they have beautiful smile." I’ve been keeping her words in mind ever since. But what’s the point of behaving yourself towards those bastards that cannot wait to see you to mess up and laugh to your face right away, huh?

I went to college and learned more about people. During that time I manage to create my own way to judge people. I want to believe they’re good, until the result says otherwise. Having some faith in humanity surely is a hard thing.

*loosen the critics a bit, would you? and try to take a look into the mirror on our display.. there are a lot of it!!

gaji buta #2

another day without anything to do (big boss is out off the country) so we made these.

gaji buta #1

all started from the "nothing-to-do-ness", me and my office mate finally decided to make these owls.. first of all we planned to make it the next day with proper fabrics, but boredom stroke and we just used whatever we got in hands--magazines paper..

muti's owl(the left one) looks like oom2 flirting with my owl.. :D

we got the ISO

and this is the "celebration" no cake, no food, no drink, not even a toast, just "thank you".. anyway, this is my new 'class'. every time i wake up and go to work, i actually feel like i'm going to campus--thanks to these wonderful people (not so wonderful working hour though, but hey! nothing's perfect, right?!)

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"

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.. ^^

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