A Little Sweetener for My Wednesday #2

Hi, guys! How y’all doin?

Dulu gw pernah menulis postingan dengan judul ini, makanya kali ini gw kasih #2. Postingan yang dulu itu isinya tentang gw yang lagi mumet kerja, terus keinget masa2 kuliah yang menyenangkan. Memori2 itu jadi pemanis hari gw yang penat dan berhasil membangkitkan mood gw seketika.

Postingan kali ini akan serupa. Karena sesuatu yang manis kembali terjadi di hari Rabu, ketika gw sedang penat.

Sedikit konteks, gw belum mendapatkan pekerjaan tetap, teman-teman. So why don’t you guys try to be a cool friend and stop asking, yeah? Or at least pretending to be cool, like my parents, yang gw tau sebenernya gemes banget liat gw di rumah mulu nonton tv series dan ga tahan buat nanya “gimana lamaran pekerjaannya?”, TAPI mereka tau kalo gw ga suka ditanya2 dan gw pun udah kasih ultimatum semakin sering mereka bertanya semakin besar kemungkinan gw depresi, so they be cool, and shut the hell up.  

Well yeah, I’m still unemployed in terms of a steady job in a real corporate. Am I ashamed of it? A little, not gonna lie. Gw tentu malu status gw sekarang pengangguran. Gw tentu khawatir sampai kapan gw akan seperti ini. Kemarin tepat sebulan gw meninggalkan Melbourne dan minggu depan udah Februari.

Rencana awal waktu gw di Melbourne adalah selesai assignment, langsung sebar CV supaya by the time sampai di Indo udah langsung employed. God knows how much I hate being unemployed, I think I’ve said it a lot in this blog. I hate being unemployed. I never gave myself a rest in the past. I was always hustlin. Kayaknya gw ga pernah bener2 istirahat sampai gw tiba Melbourne.

Summer 2017. My first 3-months holiday after 6 years. The last time I had holiday that long was right after my undergrad’s graduation in 2011, while I was seeking for my 1^st job.

So yeah I got to rest a bit. Then another 1-month-ish holiday during winter. Finally, the last 2-months in Melbourne while preparing for back for good, which wasn’t quite holiday coz I had so many things to take care, which was stressful and frustrating. I had to apply for job as well, which was as stressful and frustrating as taking care of BFG shits. Then I also had to deal with all flavor of emotions. Great~

Anyway so yeah I’ve been spreading my CV to at least 7 companies. One of them actually had accepted me and wanted me to start this week. But I didn’t feel right. Jabatan serta offering-nya weren’t exactly I look forward in a job, so I feel like if I was to accept the offer, I would’ve been looked very desperate and rushy.

If there’s one thing I learn from this whole job-seeking experience, baik dulu waktu lulus S1, atau setelah lulus dari XXXXX, atau ketika cari internship untuk subject requirement beberapa bulan lalu, atau ketika cari casual job untuk $$$ tambahan selama tinggal di Armadale, atau sekarang nih cari kerja beneran untuk career prospect dan long-term employment status, itu adalah timing.

I think bener kata orang, cari kerja itu emang kayak cari jodoh. Kalo timing-nya belum pas ya ga bakal dapet yang cocok. Dan seperti jodoh, I do believe kerja as a rejeki, semua udah diatur sama The Great Gee Ow Dee, which is why timing is the key, coz The Great Gee will make everything right, at the right place, at the right time.

*tiba-tiba jadi religius*

Jadi gw memutuskan instead of terburu-buru terima kerjaan yang ga sesuai sama apa yang gw mau. Mendingan kasih waktu, kasih timing buat siapapun yang ngatur manajemen kehidupan gw di atas sana, untuk set things right, and eventually (and hopefully) give me what I want in the end. Mungkin ga seperti yang gw harapkan, but when it’s right, I will know and I will accept.

Okay so, sambil gw nungguin jodoh kerjaan, I am lucky I have these amazing friends and former colleagues’ yang ga tahan melihat gw ga ngapa2in di rumah. Mereka mengajak gw melakukan berbagai macam hal. Hangout, udah pasti. Hampir tiap minggu ada yang ngajakin. Makan, nonton, jalan2, you name it, my friends have everything under control, gw tinggal ngikut.

Lama2 kegiatan catching up with Seeta berkembang menjadi sesuatu yang lebih produktif and actually earning money. Beberapa teman actually nawarin kerjaan freelance. Mostly sih standar content writing atau content editing. Tapi lama2 makin varies.

Kemarin gw baru diajak bantu2 EO sama Kak Ayu. Kak Ayu ini dulu temen gw di XXXXX. Kak Ayu punya temen. Temennya itu EO dan lagi bikin event di Annex Building - Pullman. Topiknya berat: renewable energy. Acaranya ada diskusi, workshop, seminar, press conference, dll. Pesertanya kelas kakap semua, ada orang pemerintah, perwakilan perusahaan bisnis energi, media, dll.

Gw ditugaskan untuk menjadi notulen di salah satu workshop, sama seperti Kak Ayu. Acara berlangsung dari jam 9 pagi, sampai jam 5 sore.

Pagi-pagi masih fresh, motivasi masih tinggi, dengerin workshop masih asyik, ngetiknya masih lancar. Hitung2 nambah pengetahuan juga nih tentang renewable energy.

Memasuki wilayah waktu siang, abis maksi, produktivitas mulai slowing down. Mulai ngetik apapun yang didenger aja, literally, tanpa dicerna itu ngomongin apa. Menuju sore, semakin capek, semakin kacau~ Banyak statement yang terlewatkan, mulai ketuker2 siapa ngomong apa, akhirnya pasrah, bergantung sama rekaman aja.

Kemudian dikasitau PIC bahwa deadline yang tadinya adalah jam 12 siang besok, dimajukan jadi jam 12 malam hari itu juga. Jelas ini berita buruk, karena tinggal tersisa 7 jam sampai jam 12. Ga mungkin dibawa pulang dan dikerjain di rumah, karena perjalanan pulang aja makan waktu 2 jam. So, gw dan Ayu segera mengarah ke PI setelah event untuk lanjut kerja.

It was EXHAUSTING! Maybe ini karena baru pertama kali buat gw, atau emang karena topiknya baru (dan berat) buat gw, atau karena pembicaranya ngomong kecepetan, atau otak gw simply can’t keep up, bottom line is bikin notulensi itu ternyata melelahkan, kawan-kawan.

Bahkan walaupun udah direkam dan ditranskrip, tetep aja, butuh perjuangan keras merangkai kata2 supaya jadi kalimat yang enak dibaca. Istilahnya kayak bikin press release, tapi jauh lebih susah karena press release kan basically official statement --but not necessary the whole statement-- yang diperjelas dan dipercantik sedemikian rupa to make the press shut up. Kalo notulensi definitely the whole statement, yang dibuat press release style, harus jelas dan cantik. Termasuk statement2 yang harusnya off-the-record, harus dimasukin juga dengan jelas dan cantik.

Capek, Sis.

Tapi okelah, kan dibayar. Hehehe~~

Skill sih ini, kalo sering2 lama2 juga terbiasa.

So yeah, gw sama Ayu lembur, literally sampai jam 11 kita lanjut kerja di Coffee Bean PI. I have a no-coffee-after-7pm policy, but becoz of this job, I gotta violate my own policy~

Tadinya mau pesen hot chocolate atau chai latte aja, but boy setelah nyobain punya Ayu (doi beli Iced Chocolate), ternyata manis banget! I have a no-sugar-policy right now (yep, not on diet, just tryna be healthy~ gonna talk about it later!), jadi ga bisa ikutan pesen. So I went with my usual cappuccino less ice no sugar~ I hate drinking coffee after 7pm!!!

Anyway, bikin notulensi. Rasanya ga seperti ngerjain assignment. Lebih susah. Karena underpressure. Deket banget deadline~ Assignment selalu gw kerjakan way before deadline, jadi ga segitunya underpressure.

Setiap 30 menit ke toilet, entar karena kedinginan, kebanyakan minum, atau nervous. My digesting system was such a mess~

Di sisi lain harus berkutat sama unpredictable throwback. Jaman2 kerja di XXXXX sering ke PI malem2 buat screening film, kinda miss it~ This job pretty much gave me the feeling of lembur di PI, tapi karena bukan untuk screening, rasanya ada yang ilang~ Terus baper lagi~

Memasuki jam 10, coffee bean udah mau tutup, mas2nya udah beberes meja. Tapi kita ga diusir. Dibiarin aja gitu tetep ngetik. Makasih lho, Mas!!!

Setengah 11 akhirnya beres. Buru2 proofread terus send, walaupun belum 100% yakin sama hasilnya, walaupun gw yakin masih ada beberapa typo yang ga terdeteksi, walaupun ada tanda baca yang kurang, walaupun ada kalimat yang kepanjangan, I was like, fuck it~ I’m going home~

So not me. Ga gw banget ngumpulin kerjaan yang belum sempurna. Ngumpulin kerjaan karena udah deadline aja~ I hate it and I hate myself for doing that. Really really hate it~

Daaann kita pun pulang.

Kangen masa2 di XXXXX lagi, karena semalem apapun kita pulang ga harus bingung pulangnya naik apa karena ada driver+mobil. Kemarin harus berkutat cari yang termurah antara GoCar, GrabCar atau Uber, terus pake acara ditolak puluhan driver karena macet.

Gw sama Ayu udah ga jelas gimana bentuknya ketika akhirnya dapet driver. Si Driver pun rikues untuk ketemu di lobi Thamrin instead of lobi Starbucks, karena macet~ *sigh* This kind of thing ga akan terjadi kalo sama driver XXXXX~ Gw akan dijemput dimanapun gw minta dijemput. Oh the struggle…

Tapi yasudahlah, udah malem, udah capek, males berdebat. Akhirnya kita samperin ke lobi Thamrin. Driver-nya udah disana. Kita pun masuk mobil.

“Malem, Mbak.”

“Malem, Pak, udah tau kan kemana?”

“Satu ke Pondok Kelapa abis itu ke Pondok Gede ya.”

“Iya Pak.”

“Mau lewat mana nih, Mbak?”

“Nurut sama GPS-nya aja, Pak. Atau terserah Bapak deh. Kita nurut aja.”

“Kalo GPS ngarahinnya lewat Kampung Melayu nih-”

“Boleh Pak, terserah.”

“Oke, Mbak.”

…………………………

Gw tepar. Ayu juga tepar. Kemudian si driver ngomong sesuatu yang membuat gw tersentak.

“Baru pulang kerja, Mbak?”

…………………………

Oh my God.

I didn’t see that coming.

I couldn’t believe it.

One statement from a total stranger got me taken aback~

He just casually reminded me of something—two things actually, that I didn’t recognize coz I haven’t done them for a while.

1. I AM WORKING.

Yes, I am working, a full-time job, with real job-desc and real outcome (and income). It was like… Wow! It’s been a while since someone acknowledges that I am ACTUALLY working!

2. I AM REUNITING WITH MY ROUTINES!

Getting up in the morning, leaving home early, going to work, staying around until late to avoid the traffic… OMG... Those all are parts of my life that I’d left for so long~ Tiring indeed, but absolutely delightful, coz I know no matter how tired and stressful I am, I do them to serve my purpose in the community. It’s just how it meant to be.

That moment, all the exhaustion and restlessness inside my body just gone.

Working feels as exciting as it used to be.

Gw jadi tambah semangat cari kerjaan, karena gw ga sabar untuk kembali jadi mbak2 kantoran yang mediocre, yang hidupnya ga jauh2 dari rumah, kantor, mall, restoran, bioskop, tempat karaoke, gym, busway, kereta, taksi, gojek, and all the things that y’all hipster and sophisticated people think are lame, but guess what, that is MY LIFE. My beautiful life! I find happiness and peace in it and that is enough.

Wish me luck for my job-seeking, you guys!

I promise I’ll let you know first-hand when I’m employed!

Laters!

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Culture Shock

Hi, guys! How y’all doin?

I know what you’re thinking.

“Ah lebay banget lu pergi 1,5 taun aja pulang2 culture shock~”

As impossible as it sounds, it’s true, guys. Balik ke Indo gw merasakan beberapa culture shock yang cukup lebay dan norak!

These are how they went down.

~~Kentang Curly~~

Sejak di Melbourne, gw ngidam banget yang namanya kentang keriting atau kentang spiral atau Curly Fries! Emang siy di Melbourne banyak kentang goreng rasa surgawi yang ga kalah enak, tapi entah kenapa gw kangen banget sama si kentang curly.

Beberapa hari setelah gw sampai di Jakarta, gw ke PIM buat nebeng pulang sama nyokap setelah ketemuan sama Ica di Kemang Village. Gw jalan-jalan sambil nungguin nyokap meeting dan karena udah jam makan malem, gw pun cari makan. Kemudian gw melihat Wendy’s.

Entah karena laper banget atau udah lama ga liat Wendy’s, gw pun langsung masuk dan yang kepikiran di otak gw adalah: gw mau pesen kentang curly!

“Halo Mbak, saya mau kentang curly dua.”

“Kentang apa, Kak?”

“Kentang curly.”

“Kita adanya mashed potato sama French fries, Kak.”

“Hah? Udah ga jualan kentang curly?”

“Kita ga ada, Kak.”

“Yah, padahal saya suka banget lho, Mbak. Yaudah deh French fries aja.”

Gw makan French fries dengan kecewa karena Wendy’s udah ga produksi kentang curly. Padahal menurut gw kentang curly dia itu adalah kentang yang rasanya paling pas sama taste-nya orang Indo~ Di mobil, gw curhat sama nyokap.

“Wendy’s kenapa udah ga bikin kentang curly sih?”

“Hah?”

“Si Wendy’s udah ga jual kentang curly katanya. Sejak kapan?”

“Sejak kapan Wendy’s jualan kentang curly?”

“Hah??”

“Itu mah A&W kali!”

................................

~~No Touch Off~~

Kejadian ini baru gw alami tadi siang.

Ceritanya gw tuh kangen naik Transjakarta. Today akhirnya gw naik busway setelah sekian kali pengen naik tapi ga jadi melulu karena semangat gw constantly dipatahkan orang2 penuh kenistaan aka temen2 gw. LOL~

Temen2 gw tuh ya, what the hell is wrong with you people???

Setiap gw bilang gw mau naik busway, pasti diracunin~

“Ngapain naik busway, udah ada gojek, lebih murah lebih cepet~”

“Busway sekarang ga enak karena jalanan makin macet~ Sengsara deh lo di jalan~”

“Hari gini masih naik busway???”

Bottom line is every single person yang gw ajakin atau minimal gw bilang bahwa gw mau naik busway, they would think I’m crazy. Seakan naik busway itu dosa yang lebih besar dari dosa-dosa Jennifer Dunn ditumpuk jadi satu. #kontekstual

But anyhow today gw akhirnya naik busway! Tujuan Ratu Plaza, dari Blok M. Cuma 2 stop. Ga penting emang, receh banget. Wkwk~ Tapi gapapa, yang penting rasa kangen terobati.

Jadi gw menuju halte busway Blok M (yang gw amnesia lokasinya dimana sampai harus dianterin nyokap~ wkwk) dengan riang gembira. Gueeee mauuuuu reuniiii samaaaaa buswayyy tercintaaaa~

Masuk halte, touch on kartu Flazz, pindahin tas ransel ke posisi depan, naik tangga ke atas, kemudian menyesal.

Rame banget, nyet!

Najis~

Kirain kalo nunggu di Blok M busnya lebih banyak~ Jadi penumpang ga numpuk~

Asem~ Kebiasaan nih baswei~

Tapi gapapa. Tetep positive thinking. Cuma dua stop kok. Sabar… Sabar…

Nunggu busway 5 menit, masih sabar.

10 menit, mulai gelisah.

15 menit, mulai emosi.

20 menit, busway dateng, udah siap makan orang.

Perjalanan less than 1km berasa sejam karena jadi pepes~

Turun busway sumpah serapah.

Mau keluar halte, kemudian touch off di mesinnya.

Ga bisa.

WTF~

Coba lagi.

Masih ga bisa.

Sekali lagi.

Mesin tetap bergeming.

Seriously??? Di halte gede gini mesinnya rusak???

Udah siap komplen, tapi Tuhan masih melindungi gw dari self-humiliation yang lebih parah. Malaikat datang dalam wujud mbak-mbak di belakang gw.

“Nggak usah pake kartu, Mbak, langsung dorong aja.”

………………………………

~~Go-Pay Part 1~~

Ini konsep yang bener2 baru buat gw. Sesampainya di Jakarta, tentu gw harus meng-install Go-Jek. Interface-nya udah beda banget sama yang terakhir gw pakai 1,5 taun yang lalu. Salah satu feature yang baru adalah Go-Pay.

Awalnya gw ignore aja si Go-Pay karena dia semacam virtual account yang harus diisi deposit—males ngurusnya~ Dalam benak gw, gw harus ke bank/ATM/kantor Go-Jek buat ngurus virtual account~ Ngebayanginnya aja udah rempong~

But then semakin sering gw pake Go-Car, semakin jauh tujuan gw, semakin mahal tarifnya. Gw perhatiin sometimes tarif Go-Pay bisa significantly lebih murah gitu. Jadi mungkin punya Go-Pay not a bad idea~

Akhirnya gw minta ajarin ade gw gimana pake Go-Pay.

“Gimana cara pake Go-Pay?”

“Minta isiin ke abang-abangnya.”

“Abang-abangnya???”

“Iya driver Go-Jek atau Go-Car-nya. Bilang mau top up Go-Pay.”

You know it’s very normal for siblings to lie to each other, right? As a joke. So I took my sis’ answer as nothing but a lame joke. But bitch ain’t got no time for a joke!

“Serius ah, penting ini! Gw butuh Go-Pay!”

“Beneran! Tinggal bilang ke driver-nya!”

Ini Masha and The Bear minta dipites.

Fast forward, gw di another Go-Jek ride. Driver-nya ngajak ngomong.

“Kakak kenapa bayarnya ga pake Go-Pay? Kan lebih murah.”

“Ga tau cara isinya, Pak.”

“Tinggal bilang sama saya aja, Kak. Nanti saya isiin.”

“Hah? Maksudnya, Pak?”

“Kakak tinggal bilang ke saya mau isi berapa, minimal 25ribu, kasih uangnya ke saya, nanti saya isiin.”

“Maksudnya Bapak yang isiin?”

“Dari hape saya, Kak. Saya langsung isiin.”

“Maksudnya Bapak nelpon orang Go-Jek buat isiin?”

“Nggak, Kak, langsung dari hape saya. Nanti langsung masuk ke Go-Pay Kakak.”

“Kok bisa, Pak?”

“Emang gitu, Kak. Gampang kok.”

“Terus saya harus ngapain?”

“Kasih uangnya aja. Minimal 25ribu ya, Kak.”

Ngasih uang 50ribu ke si Bapak.

Saldo Go-Pay langsung bertambah dalam waktu kurang dari 2 detik.

Muka si Bapak bersinar seketika.

Sekarang gw jadi mengerti kenapa banyak orang Indo yang kalo ditanya siapa pahlawan untuk mereka, pada jawab Nadiem Makarim.

~~Go-Pay Part 2~~

Sebenarnya the idea of Go-Pay sangat mudah dipahami: no cash = easier, faster, and safer transaction. Tapi entah kenapa otak gw malah memberikan pemahaman yang berbeda:

Now that I pay the trip cashless, I just need to pay the tip to the driver in cash.

Karena menurut gw awkward kalo lo turun ojek terus ga ngasih apapun ke abangnya.

Dua sisi untuk menilai pemahaman ini:

Pertama, Melbourne berhasil mendidik gw untuk jadi lebih dermawan—which is good.

Kedua, justru poinnya Go-Pay itu supaya lo ga perlu transaksi fisik apapun, ogeb!

Fast forward ke perjalanan gw naik Go-Jek/Go-Car, with giving tip to the driver in mind when the trip is completed.

“Pak saya pakai Go-Pay, ya.”

“Iya Kak, makasih ya.”

“Ini Pak.” *nyodorin goceng*

“Apaan nih, Kak?”

“Buat Bapak aja.”

“Oh ga usah Kak, saya kan udah dapet poin dari Go-Pay Kakak.”

“Gapapa Pak, ambil aja.”

At first I thought the driver was just being humble—atau mungkin udah di-training untuk ga terima tip dari penumpang.

Tapi kok, pola ini terjadi di setiap ride?

Masa sih, semua driver-nya humble? Masa sih, ketika si Go-Jek training driver, semua driver-nya ga ada yang absen?

Akhirnya cerita ke seorang teman yang namanya tidak mau disebut.

“Driver Go-Jek tuh ga boleh terima tip, ya?”

“Ngapain lo ngasih tip?”

“Kan bayarnya pake Go-Pay~”

“So?”

“Kalo bayar cash kan biasa di-round up tarifnya, missal 27ribu, di-round up jadi 30ribu. Jadi 3ribunya tip buat dia. Kalo pake Go-Pay kan ga bisa tambah tip~”

“Ngapain ngasih tip deh, mereka itu udah dapet bonus banyak tau~”

“Awkward aja kalo turun motor ga ngasih apapun ke abangnya~ Langsung jalan aja gitu?”

“Kenapa harus awkward?”

“Emang lo ga awkward?”

“Nggak~”

“Jadi ga harus ngasih tip?”

“Nggaklah~”

Gw buktikan keesokan harinya.

Turun Go-Jek.

“Makasih Pak.”

Balikin helm.

Walk away.

…………………………

There’s a certain feeling. But definitely not awkward.

***

Well itu 4 major culture shock yang gw alami. Selebihnya minorlah. Ketika naik escalator orang2 ga berdiri di kiri, bikin gemes karena ngalangin orang2 yang buru2. Kalo abis makan fastfood orang2 ga buang sendiri sampahnya. The “every-man-for-themselves” mentality. Shock melihat bill makanan yang totalnya jauh lebih mahal dari harga makanannya—karena belum include pajak. Bingung liat orang2 di mall atau di jalanan atau dimana pun sekarang cuek aja ngeluarin hape buat IG stories—ga takut hapenya tiba2 dijambret~ Excited melihat almost every corner of Jakarta sekarang ada konstruksi untuk future MRT & LRT—walaupun konsekuensinya 2018 ini akan jadi puncaknya macet di Jakarta. But it will be worth the struggle in the end.  

Kalo ada culture shock lain nanti gw post di postingan selanjutnya.

Until then, bye now!

Hello, 2018!

Hi, guys! How y’all doin?

If you read this post, it means I approve your request to read my blog and you are to be included in my life again. It is such a hard decision for me to make this blog private, given that I had so much fun sharing stories with y’all and writing something to be found by Google.

But alas, shit happened. A real horrible shit. So I need to be more protective of everything I shared online from now on. I will open this blog once in a while, maybe once or twice a month, and then lock it back. I’m really sorry. I have to.

Happy new year! Hope you have a blissful 2018!

Today I wanna the stories about my return to Jakarta. It’s been a week since I’m back.

I arrived in Jakarta last Sunday in Terminal 3 Ultimate as expected. It was cool. I like it. Although if there are more Indonesia gimmicks it would be better look wise. The day after I returned I went to the salon to have the much-needed creambath. OMG it felt so good. It’s been a while since I had someone take care of my hair. So glad I didn’t have to take care of it myself again from now on. Hehehe…

The next day I went to Bogor to see Oma and had my 1^st encounter with the famous Ayam Geprek. It was okay. Not extremely delicious or something, because I’m that kind of person who judge ayam dishes by its sambal. It wasn’t very good, to be honest, so I gave ayam penyet a solid 7.

On Wednesday I had a job interview with my dream institution. Unfortunately, the position they offer isn’t really what I look for and it makes me look very desperate if I decide to take it.

On Thursday I felt so tired I decided not to go anywhere even though I was dying to see Coco in theater. So I stayed home, ordered Go Massage in the afternoon, and spent the rest of the day watching Gotham on Hooq.

Speaking of, I am very disappointed that I can’t access Netflix in here because the damn Indihome is owned by Telkomsel who hates Netflix because they think it threatens their very own Iflix. Shame on you, Telkomsel. Such a stupid policy and a coward move. I am utterly disappointed of how you handle your business competitors.

Thank God Hooq has Gotham—which (except for S1) isn’t available in Aussie’s Netflix. So I can enjoy S2&S3. Pretty much helps me enduring the fact that I can’t watch Black Mirror S4~

On Friday I met up with Cai in Lippo Mall Kemang, then went to Blok M Plaza in search for Coco (it was no longer there!! Damn it!!), and I ended in PIM to meet Mom. I watched Jumanji and felt asleep during the 1^st half. I really hoped it was because of my jet lag.

Oh yeah, I got major jet lag. It doesn’t mess up with my eating hours but it definitely fucks with my sleep. I already wide awake at 6 in the morning, but I can’t stay longer than 9 PM at night. I feel like shit.

My graduation vlog is up on YouTube. Props to Nanien for editing it so quickly, I now have another platform to share my happy moment. The link is in my IG bio. I don’t wanna share it here as I’ve gotten so traumatized upon sharing stuff online.

On Saturday I went out with Putri to Kota Kasablanka. She just resigned from her former job and now looks for a new one. Maybe you can imagine how ironic it is—me and Putri hanging out. Two girls with master degrees in their late 20s—we seem to have bright future upon us, but alas here we are epic jobless~

I spent NYE with Iif and Rini at Kartika Chandra hotel. Better than spending it all alone at home complaining about the fireworks I guess. We had fancy dinner and beers. We got to talk about our worries and hopes. I felt so relieved talking to them.

Yesterday I had my hair straightened permanently. THANK GOD. Bye bye catokan rambut. I won’t be seeing you again for a couple of months.

Today I send out one CV and tomorrow I’ll have online test. Wish me luck.