Selasa, 28 Oktober 2014

Keep in Touch

Terlalu!  Percuma rasanya saya digembleng selama 2th 8bl di sebuah perusahaan swasta yang mengharuskan saya untuk mampu berkomunikasi dengan baik, bahkan dengan orang-orang yang baru saya "temui" untuk pertama kalinya melalui telepon.  Mungkin keahlian itu pernah saya miliki.  Tapi itu dulu, ketika saya masih terlatih dan memiliki kesempatan untuk berlatih.  Namun tidak kali ini.

Seperti yang pernah saya singgung pada postingan yang lalu, saat ini saya ditempatkan dan bekerja di Dir. Peraturan Perpajakan I, dimana sebelumnya saya melaksanakan kegiatan permagangan di Dir. Transformasi Proses Bisnis.  Penempatan tersebut mulai berlaku efektif sejak tanggal 11 Agustus 2014.  Walhasil, saya pun kembali memulai menyesuaikan diri terhadap ritme kerja di tempat baru.

Ditempatkan secara definitive berarti saya sudah dipercaya sebagai salah satu pelaku dalam Dir. ini.  Yah, ini hanya kiasan yang saya karang sendiri.  Mengapa?  Sebab saya sudah diperkenankan untuk melakukan hal-hal tertentu yang umumnya dilakukan oleh pihak-pihak yang berhak atas hal-hal tersebut dan mewakili tempat saya bekerja sekarang.  Tampak rumit bukan? 

Baik, saya berikan contoh.  Menerima dan membuat panggilan telepon.  Ada apa dengan dunia pertelponan saat ini?  Apa ada yang salah dengan telepon itu sehingga cukup membuat saya sehingga mampu merangkai kata dalam postingan saat ini?  Jawabnya, tidak ada.  Sebab letak kesalahan ada pada diri saya sendiri.

Posisi meja saya yang letaknya paling strategis dengan pesawat telepon membuat saya menugaskan diri sendiri untuk menjadi petugas penerima telepon.  Harapannya, agar saya dapat mempertajam memori terhadap nama dan wajah yang selama ini menjadi kelemahan saya.  Namun sayang, beberapa kali terjadi, saya lupa menanyakan detail informasi si penelpon sehingga ketika saya akan meneruskan ke pihak yang dituju dan saya ditanya siapa dan dalam rangka apa percakapan telepon akan berlangsung, saya kelabakan dan menjawab, kurang tau.  Atau jika masih ada kesempatan, saya akan menanyakan ulang hal-hal tersebut kepada penelpon dan tentunya akan membuat saya terlihat tidak profesional.

Jikapun saya sudah saya tanyakan identitas dan detail keperluannya, terkadang saya terlewat untuk mencatatnya.  Sehingga informasi pun menjadi setengah-setengah.  Terkadang salah penyebutan nama, atau kurang tepatnya urusan yang hendak dibicarakan.

Puncaknya adalah kejadian di hari yang lalu.  Dalam minggu ini, saya dan beberapa rekan kerja akan melakukan kunjungan kerja ke Sulawesi.  Untuk itu, saya perlu mengkonfirmasi surat pemberitahuan yang telah kami kirim baik melalui jasa pos maupun via fax.  Saya hubungilah petugas tempat tujuan kami kelak, dan disambut dengan sekretaris kepala kantor.  

Awalnya, komunikasi berlangsung lancar.  Dengan lancar saya bisa menyampaikan maksud dan tujuan saya melakukan percakapan telepon tersebut.  Dan saya mendapat kabar bahwa surat melalui fax sudah diterima dengan baik.  Hingga sesaat sebelum percakapan saya tutup, terdengarlah ditelinga, kalimat demi kalimat sebagai berikut:

Saya:  "Baik mas, terimakasih untuk informasinya.  Nanti akan saya sampaikan kepada atasan saya bahwa suratnya sudah diterima melalui fax."
Sekretaris:  "Iya, sama-sama mbak."
Saya:  "Satu lagi mas.  Jika beberapa hari kedepan, ada hal-hal yang perlu kami sampaikan, kami ....... (berpikir keras, sambungan telepon menggantung di udara, hening).... hmmm... kami bisa keep in touch-nya dengan siapa ya?"
Sekretaris:  "(Membisu sejenak, sambil mungkin tersenyum-senyum mendengar kata kerja yang barusan saya lontarkan dari mulut saya)  Jika ada perlu, mba mbak atau tim dari sana bisa keep in touch dengan saya atau dengan bapak Kepala Kasi Ekstensifikasi."
Saya:  "Baik, terimakasih banyak mas.  Selamat sore."

Seketika saya tutup gagang telepon, terpekur barang sejenak, sembari mengetuk-ngetuk kepala.  "What the hell was I thinking?  Keep in touch?? Konfirmasi atuh neeeeeenggggg....."  Damn.  Ada setidaknya dua kata kerja yang bisa saya gunakan untuk menggantikan istilah keep in touch yang saya gunakan tadi.  Konfirmasi, atau Koordinasi.  Namun sayangnya, kedua kata kerja tersebut tidak mau muncul dari kepala yang mungkin isinya tidak seberapa ini.  Yang saya ingat selama percakapan tersebut berlangsung, adalah kata kerja yang dimulai dengan huruf K, dan meluncurlah keep in touch.  Hiksss..

Entah apa yang ada di benak si mas-mas sekretaris.  Dan entah bagaimana besok ketika kami berkunjung ke kantornya.  Semoga saja dia tidak begitu memperhatikan rumitnya kosa kata saya.  Semoga.


Jumat, 24 Oktober 2014

Into 3 to 5



I come from a small and modest family.  Back to my childhood, my Mom and Dad didn't have quite enough fortune to fulfill some sort of peculiar needs.  So, my two little sisters and I should be very carefully to manage our need because we didn't want to burden our parents.

We are used to share everything. We shared bedroom together until I was 10, we wore the same triplet dress made by Mom, or when we are eating for something, we order differently, have a bite and taste the food ordered by others.

Speaking about food, Mom and Dad don't want us become greedy. From day one, they have taught us the enjoyment of sharing food. One of their way was very funny.

The one slicing the food, whether into 3 or 5, is the last one to pick the slice. So, she won't get a chance to slice uneven in purpose, and pick the biggest one. If she did, she would definitely get the tiniest one. And this rule works very well.

But being a child, or a selfish human being, sometimes me or my sisters had a trouble to deal with it, particularly when it came about our favorite food. For instance.

I love omelette so much, and my family loves it thick with red onions and chilly in it. So, when I am ordered to make one, I find it difficult to slice it evenly. My mouth starts watery because the temptation from it's smell. But still, as the oldest one, I need to show some examples that it isn't that hard to let something you love is out of your reach and being taken by someone you love more than just an omelette.

Not only that. Thanks to my parent's parenting, each time we have something to eat separately, we always think about to each other. And if we can, let say we have only one bread to share, I will let my youngest sister to have it first, then my other younger sister, and then me take a bite. Or, when there are my parents, we (three of us) will let Mom and Dad have it first (which they usually don't take any of it). Even it's only for a teeny tiny bite of bread.

I can't ask for more of a family.  I love my family so much.  We may not that wealthy enough in fortune, but we are such incredible in a proper behaviour.

Note:  Pict taken from tomzick.wordpress.com

Kamis, 16 Oktober 2014

My Unique Handwriting

For the last several days, I've been keeping myself busy in learning laws and regulations related to Land and Building Tax.  Since I don't have any urgent tasks from my Head of Section, yet, I have to use these leisure time properly.  Not only for blogging, which is also important for my writing skill, but also for learning tax laws and regulation, which is a lot.

Some people may find themselves good at learning by reading.  But unlike them, I find myself good at learning in writing down. So, my learning method is by writing down, handwriting of course.  Why do I find it effective?  Here is my simple explanation.

For only one regulation, the Regulation of Director General of Tax for example, there are so many articles in it.  Because of my learning method, I couldn't write down all of those articles, precisely each words.  So, I need to read and understand each article first.  Then, I need to resume the article into a shorter form without changing or dismissing the meaning of it.  After I found the proper and more simple form of the article, I shall write it down.

While writing it down, sometimes I remember my friends saying that my handwriting is, well, not that good.  I believe it is.  I mean, I'm not saying that my handwriting is bad, HELL NO.  My handwriting is just not like another girl's, which is girly, and sometimes can tell the reader that the owner of that handwriting is a girl. While my handwriting is UNIQUE, without any meaningful changes since my high school.  But still, if people keep telling your handwriting is not that good, and making fun of it, it sucks.  A lot.  And I did feel that.  Until just like about hours ago.

I showed my handwriting to my new colleague at my office, while asked her how was her opinion about it.  Was it bad as always people said.  And she said, "Well, I don't think it's bad.  But, does it even matter what people said about your handwriting when you are comfortable with it and proud of it?  And the most important thing is, you still can read it, can't you?"

And I smiled.  Yes, I'm comfortable with my handwriting.  Yes, I do feel very proud of my handwriting, because it's anti mainstream, unlike the common girly handwriting.  And the most important thing is, I'm still able to read it, even in the ugliest form.

Screw you people kept telling my handwriting is ugly.

proudly present my handwriting

Minggu, 12 Oktober 2014

Another Tale about Mom's Love

This happened last year, about December 2013.  Back then I was pretty occupied by preparation for civil cervant open recruitment at Ministry of Finance.  I'd officially accepted and in a need of some documents for it.  One of them was a health certificate from public hospital.

Long story short, one day I went to Bekasi Public Hospital by myself.  I left home at 7 o'clock because I had to prepare documents for SKCK first.  When I finally got at the hospital, it was almost noon.  And when the document was ready, it was about pass 2 pm and I went back home.

When I was home, I found my house was locked, with a piece of paper stuck at the door.  There was my Mom's handwriting on it, saying, "Mba, Ibu nyusul mba ke RS sama om Weni (tukang ojek).  Nanti kalo mba udah sampe rumah, mba telpon ibu". 

My heart skipped a beat when I was reading that.  My eyes brust into tears.  My head started to imagine Mom sweeting and sun burning (considering the unnormal heat that day) using ojeg.  Soon, I grabbed my phone and called her.

When she arrived at home, I gave her a warm and huge hug, while asking why would she do that?  She said, she felt worry about me left home in quite long time and no news at all, since I left my handphone home.  So she went there in hope of meeting me, and made sure that everything was ok and I had no trouble preparing the health certificate.

Well, I was 24, and my Mom still considered me as a young girl.  Some people may find that irritating, but not me.  I find that very sweet and a lovely thought.  She just acts based on her instinct filled with love.

I love you mom.
XOXO

Sabtu, 11 Oktober 2014

A Tale about Mom's Love.

Don't you ever dare to question, doubt, hesitate, or any other form of it, of mom's love. Ever.

Back to November 2012, me and some dearest friends of mine took a trip to Teluk Kiluan.  It was about 3-4 hours from Bandar Lampung, such a remote place to go.  The road was killing us; bumped along the road, ups and downs road, dust flew around.  And the most interesting part was, there were no any signals there.

Not having signal for my handphone made me either couldn't call my family, especially my mom, nor be reached by them.  Thus, I was like missing from my family for 2 days that I spent at T. Kiluan.

At first, during the trip, I felt no worry, since I had told my family that Teluk Kiluan was very far from the city, and they should not be worry since I've got the very best accompany that I could get for a trip.  Besides, it wasn't my first trip with them.  So I thought my family would be fine with it, and I had such a great vacation there.

But then, soon after I had signal, there were bunch of messages and voicemails from my Dad.  And when I arrived at home, my Mom hug me tightly.  I barely caught my breath, wondered what had happened with my mom. 

When my mom finally unhooked me from her arm, we sat and talked.  Dad told me that Mom cried all day and night long for 2 days.  Not be able to reach me made her wonder what had happened to me.  Was something bad happened during the trip? What if she couldn't see me for the rest of her life?  It might sound stupid, but not for me.

At that moment, I looked at my Mom in her eyes, and I could see there were tremendous loves she had for me there.  The deepest love from a mother to a daughter.  Well, that is a true love.

A true love doesn't need to be said in thousand words.  You can feel it in the air, flow with the wind like a summer breeze, warm your heart and soul.

Love you mom.

Me.Mom