My Homecoming Day

Last Friday (December 24, 2010, to be exact) I went back to my previous office. It felt like a homecoming, actually. I was so excited. We caught up lots of things, had our coffee at our favorite coffee house, grab our afternoon snacks and took lots of pictures.

Everybody asked pretty much the same questions like "how are you?", "do you like working in the new place?", "what kind of coworkers do you work with?" and.. "are you happier now?". But no one beats Cak Wier's question.

"Annisa! Now you're working in the agency. And why, oh why, are you still wearing that darn sneakers? I wasn't expecting high heels, really. At least, not that ones."

I laughed, so did everyone.

I also got the weird 'stares' from some people that I said 'hi'. Their faces ware like, "what? why do you said 'hi' to me as if we haven't met for a long time."and then in split second they realized that I am no longer their coworker. HA!

One thing I regret from the 'homecoming day' is... the absence of uncle. Yes, he took his leave whereas I really had to ask his advices for surviving the industry.

Frankly saying, I was very happy that day. But when I realized that I wasn't part of the hip 'class' anymore and that the place that I'm working at right now is kinda lame, brought me almost in tears. But, well... What else can I do except to live my work life as good as possible and to treasure our friendship.

And I'm glad we took lots of pictures! Had I mention it? Nyahahahahaha..

Those pictures are the sweetest token. Whaddayatink? :D

It’s not about the teacher, it’s about the lesson.

This is me, talking to myself. Just because, I have to. Yeah, I have to talk to myself about being a tougher person. So, pardon me. Let me do this lecture for myself, the girl who always let somebody breaks her heart.

Here's how you should deal with it.

You see yourself learning every single day. That's a good way to start everything. But, you seem like you cannot deal with every possible teacher to teach you how to live a life. Do you?

You may want your ideal life taught by ideal-kind-at-heart teachers like... grandpa, mom, uncle, Y, you name it. But, the fact is.. you cannot choose your teacher. It is almost as impossible as choosing your birth mom. Every day you meet new persons, and every day you learn something from them. They may teach you in a hard way or in a nice way. Either way, it's the lesson that counts.

They may be very mean to you. They may break your heart into pieces with their comments, their judgements, their stern eyes, their high voice. But somehow, they teach you something. Something very good for you.

You cannot ask everybody to be very nice to you. You just can't. All you have to do is keep seeking lessons from them, from their viciousness, and keep learning how to be a better person.

Do you understand?

Uncle's way to make my day

It's been a crappy week. Trust me. Maybe it's because I actually hate this industry, maybe it's just because I'm not really feel like I belong here. Maybe I should not do this, maybe I should. Whatever.

Remember how I miss my uncle and the rest of the gang in my previous office? I miss his passion and positive spirit.

When I was soooo close to tears, this (extra)ordinary email from uncle made my day.

I cracked a smile and replied him immediately.

I wish I know what I should do right now.

Because I am so out of foolproof ideas and... passion for this crappy industry, I guess.


FYI: I did cry after that. I could not hold it. I cried and nobody knew. (Well, now everyone knows! doh~)