me and my story

Dear God,
If I can’t kick myself out of this (current) cubbicle,
If I still have to deal with those 500 bio proposals,
If I still have to stay a bit longer as his stubborn subordinate,
Please…
Send me back to school!
Please…
Please…
Please…
Made the Personal Committee sign my paper,
Made me pass the TPA and TOEFL test…

And when I do,
I guess I will be able to reduce my blogging, facebook-ing, and plurk-ing time.
*I had twitterberry on my phone, I guess I am still hook to it for a while* :p
OK?
Otherwise…
Neah…:D

My life is just fine actually.
*OK I lied, I desperately need to heal my mental health and (damaged) brain*

Fiuh…fiuh…fiuh,am much calmer now.
Getting older doesn’t mean getting wiser, and it happens to me. Bad bad bad….
Anyway, gue pengen cerita “tertampar”nya gue kemaren siang.
Ceritanya bulan lalu tuh, di era global crisis kek gini, saham dan komoditas (kecuali emas) turun bebas bagai orang loncat dari lantai 50 gedug belakang ini, tempat gue nguli ngasiy Bonus Tahunan dan Prestasi.
Weh…boleh donk H2C, jumlahnya ngga sama tiap orang.
Karena tahun lalu gue bisa belajar industri baru dan pembiayaannya, jadilah gue makin kencang doanya, hehehehe.
Hari yang dinanti tiba, jadilah rekening gue lebih banyak dari biasanya.
Even ngga sebanyak yang gue harapkan untuk membeli Mac Book silver dambaan gue itu :p
Anyway, hours later we learned the other side of the team,got bunch bunch of bucks, matters of nasib actually….
Timbul kesal di hati gw dan beberapa temen,
“Doh…capeknya hampir sama, you do the writing and talking we do the thinking gethu…”
Mulailah hitung2xan kerja dan ends up di komen karena kurang supportive.:D
Kemaren, seorang “lower level”, curhat ke gue, tahunan dia kerja (she’s older than me but my grade higher than her), merasa ngga dianggap. Ketika tim lain bisa foya2x dengan bonus mereka, dia hanya dapat yang sejumlah beli paket mandinya Body Shop.
Trus gue tanya,” tim lain yang disitu, gimana un?”
Dia jawab : “ya…kayak si A ato si B mah enak ky, mereka bisa dapat sekian sekian“
Doh…angka yang “sekian sekian” itu juga masih dibawah gue.
Gue diem, nyesel dengan tidak ikhlasnya gue kemaren kerja.

Bad…bad…bad…

Pompi, a colleague of mine write on his facebook status this morning
” going depart to Home this evening ”
Let me share you his story :  His parents (and his two younger siblings) live in Jakarta, the city he’s living in for the first 24 years of his life. After we passed Manajemen Trainee, he was stated in Medan for about 5 years, before stated in Palembang as a Branch Manager.yeah, his career path flies so smooth…:D.
So, currently he travels  alot between those 3 cities. Sumatera Area Manager (his direct supervisor) is base in Medan.While in Polonia months ago, I recalled he write “back to home”, which means back to Palembang (the city he currently I
lives in). Probably the Sumatera Area Officers had monthly meeting discussing their target, budget, Non Performing Loan or what so ever.

Recalling this, I commented on  his status.
Where  is home for you? palembang/medan/condet? :p .
He replied: “Waduh ky…yang pasti bisa bikin huati sueneng Ky bwahahaha. Sometimes every city had its own pleasure and its own shxt..it isn’t apple to apple comparation..:D”
Well I guess, the quote Home is where the heart is is true after all…