Nowheresville

Sumpah demi apapun gue percaya banget kalo manusia bakal sangat amat kewalahan kalo sampe suatu saat nanti akan datang yang namanya kiamat teknologi. I had been living in nowheresville since the very moment my blackberry got spilled over by a coke and died functionally the minute after. I had to live without it for a whole three days and it was like hell. Oke mungkin neraka agak berlebihan. Tp itu tuh ga enak banget! Bayangin lo harus stuck di macetnya Jakarta yang amit-amit cabang kodok itu selama 2-3 jam tanpa musik atau apapun yg bisa diotak-atik. Dead! Dead end! Bagaimana hape gue bisa mati? This is the story...

Jadi ini semua berawal di Sabtu sore pas gue mau berangkat ngantor buat persiapan Result Idol. Jam setengah 3 itu gue udah mulai siap-siap apa-apa aja yang harus dibawa. Pas gue nengok ke kasur, ada sebotol B-cola sisa semalem yang ga abis. Buat ngakalin biar tas ga berat, gue buang air putih di tempat minum gue dan gue isi ulang pake si B-cola td itu. Tanpa perasaan was-was pun gue masukin itu minuman soda tertutup rapat di tas gue. The big mistake was, I put in my blackberry along.

Pas lagi pamit-pamit sama Neni di atas, gue denger suara 'Plup' dr dalem tas yang gue kira adalah suara BBM masuk (begonya adalah gue lupa kalo bb gue itu selalu gue silent). Jadi gue cuek aja dan melenggang ke bawah. Sekitar 5 menit kemudian, ojek panggilan gue dateng dan siap nganter gue ke lebak bulus. Buat ngecek jam (maklum ga punya jam tangan yang nyala), gue ngerogoh hape di dalem tas, and what I felt as my hand went into my bag wasn't please me at all. Tas gue basah. No. It's worse. Tas gue udah berubah jadi kolam kecil cantik warna orange. Lucu abis. Yg lebih lucu adalah Popo (nama blackberry gue) ngambang2 fickle gitu di dalem. Panik, gue lgsg keluarin semua isi tas gue.

Kayak orang mabok abis minum bir kebanyakan, si Popo juga gitu. Gue pencet back, di home screen malah muncul Yiyiyiyi. Kebayang ga sih anak kecil yang dicekokin soda kebanyakan secara ga sengaja ama ibunya gimana? Gue ga tau dia ini mabok karena soda atau hyper karena kebanyakan minum manis-manis.

Sampe kantor, si Popo gue keringin di mesin pengering tangan deket wastafel. Sampe di Ecovention, Popo juga gue angin-anginin di AC yang ada di dalem Press Room. Tapi entah karena udh terlanjur nelen terlalu banyak atau gimana, dia tetep mabok. Kalo layarnya udh mati, dia ga bakal bisa diapa-apain sampe gue cabut batre dan hard reboot.

Besok paginya langsung gue bawa ke Tabib Hp depan rumah gue. Popo langsung divonis koma selama tiga hari penuh. Damn. Sekarang gue tau rasanya jadi Ibu yang anaknya sakit. Antara sedih sama ngenes dompet bakal jadi kosong. Akhirnya selama tiga hari itu, gue melanglangbuana ke kantor tanpa Popo, dan dipaksa harus menikmati keindahan gridlock Jakarta yang kalo boleh minjem istilah Mamen, completely immental. Zzz banget. Zzz!

Berbekal duit yg cuma seratus ribu (sengaja ga ambil lebih, takut abis duluan), gue menyusuri jalan pulang buat nengok keadaan Popo. Dan selama tiga hari itu pula gue cuma dapet jawaban, 'Belom siuman' dari si Tabib. Sedih, putus asa, mana modem gue abis dan gue gatau nomer nya berapa secara semua data ada di Popo, gue merasa terasingkan. Mungkin gini rasanya jadi manusia yang udh terkontaminasi virus zombie, diasingin. (Oke ini extragerrating)

Whatever happen, don't put your cell along with any drink you have in a same place. Moreover if it's a soda. Disaster will do. Disaster will do. *shakes head*

Honolulu fellas! I'll write more pretty soon!

Officially an Intern

So far, Fri is the best day of this week. Why? Because I woke up in the morning knowing that my GPA is increasing. Oh yeah baby. I got 3.63 this semester, could be increasing again, said a friend of mine, cause my Media Discourse's score hasn't been input.

AND, AND, AND... I got an official ID card (finally) for my internship in RCTI. Bon ben!

Do you see that? Do you see that little shiny thing on my laptop? :3 No? Let me zoom it...

TARAAA! Oh yeah. Good thing I picked this picture in my CV. It turns out good <3

Life of an Intern

Another concert and event to attend. Rasanya kalo magang di stasiun TV, emang dua hal itu jadi hal yang super usual banget buat lo temuin tiap minggunya. Ada lah konser, press conference, konser musik, sampai ajang award-award gitu, udah jd santapan gue seminggu penuh ini. Mulai dr hari minggu tanggal 1 juli kemaren, gue udah ikutan 3 event. Mulai dari konser penutupan acara olahraga ajang eropa, press conference acara baru, sampe ajang gede kayak award untuk musik Indonesia. It wasn't tiring at all actually, except the fact that you were stand by on the office from 8AM already and had to go home at past midnight, around 2 or 3 in the morning. Dan sebenernya ga kekurangan tidur juga. Just a new sleeping habit I have to get used to.

Kemaren gue dimarahin sama Neni gara-gara gue baru nyampe rumah jam setengah 3 pagi padahal gue udah berangkat dari rumah jam 7 pagi. "Itu namanya melanggar hukum tenaga kerja! Kamu kan cuma magang! Bukan pegawai tetap. Emangnya kamu digaji berapa miliar sampe mau pulang pagi begitu?"

The sentences got me thinking, of whether I would still be doing this if my department in the campus I have my study in doesn't acquire its students to have a work experience right before their final proposal (skripsi). Bener banget sih, gue magang emang ga digaji. I mean, unlike any other places, kayaknya gue juga ga bakal dapet duit transport/makan. But honestly, even though being home is the first thing that cross my mind as soon as I place my ass on that seat in my office, being absent is the least thing I want to do. I mean, everyday I keep on asking to myself during my working hours, "Just how much longer should I stay here? I wanna go home." But each time I wake up in the morning for work, I was like, "Let's see how I get through today. Let's see how strong or weak I am to face those strangers." And the thought excites me. Always.

Gue gamau bilang kalo gue betah magang disitu. Gue gamau bilang kalo gue nyaman, I obviously need more than just comfort and a will to stay to make this new 'house' my 'home'. But so far, I enjoy each new experience I got. How I would meet new people, interact with them, and see just how these people work so hard just to entertain another bunch of people who are probably just lazying their asses being potato couches. It's just, 'Wow. People really do this kind of thing?! Like, seriously?!'

Gue jadi mikir, jadi sebenernya bukan masalah dibayar berapanya gue akan menempatkan diri gue di suatu institusi atau lembaga untuk kerja nantinya setelah gue lulus. Tapi seberapa interest gue di bidang itu. Gitu ga sih? I mean, why would people love to be lecturers with a not-so-high salary when they actually have enough experience to be more? Walaupun emang salary itu megang peran penting banget, tapi kenapa banyak wartawan yang udh terlanjur terjun ke lapangan untuk cari berita ga betah kalo ditempatin jadi chief editor diruangan yang punya gaji lebih gede? Again, interest's role is big.

Mudah-mudahan, as soon as I graduate from this English Department, I will be able to have a job I interest with the most, with the salary enough for my needs to have another study for S2 in London. Bule, I'm coming (?)

HONOLULU!

PS: gue belom punya ID magang sampe hari ini. Mbak Fatiya nya LUPA. Fufufu.

Fatigue!

Aduh, pulang jam setengah 3 pagi dan berangkat ngantor lagi besoknya jam 8 itu cape loh. Bukan cape yang badan pegel-pegel gitu. Tapi lebih ke cape yang kalo lo merem, mata lo rasanya perih. Iya. Gue ngantuk bgt. Tp bukan ngantuk yang ga bisa ditahan juga. Bukan ngantuk kepala ongklek-ongklek kayak kalo lagi di bis itu, bukan. Tapi ngantuk yang lo itu melek, melek banget, saking capenya sampe kalo nyentuh kasur ga bisa tidur. Ngantuk yang kalo lo baca huruf-huruf kecil di koran itu, korannya rasanya pengen lo kunyah. Ngantuk yang kalo ngeliat aspal panas mikirnya, 'Kayaknya enak tidur disitu. Anget.'

Pokoknya gue cape, ngantuk, tapi ga bisa tidur. Titik. Full stop. No highway option.