Hmm... where to start? It's easy. I was never sure of going back to Pingu's English even though 99% of the staffs are my friends and the workplace is very comfortable, but I ain't a hollaback girl :D My friend Miss Shinta let me know though, that if I want, she would straightly give my name as a teacher candidate to the boss, due to the termination of employment of one of their "key teachers". I was always like "So I have to say bye-bye to my peaceful, lazy freelance life?" or "Nah, I'll just go to an office for big money." Going to a work place on daily routine for low salary was NO OPTION for me. Because for such a small amount of money, I can get it by working from home: writing, translating, and editing various kind of texts. I am only willing to take my butt out of my room and hustle in the violently polluted lane of Jakarta if it helps me paying my school fee.
Before I fell ill, I sent some application letters to big companies and without a doubt, I have all which they require. I have been working as writers for years and once I send anything through the internet, I would likely to get a call not long after that. But for several days after I sent them, and during my long period of illness, my phone was not ringing. Indeed, I didn't really mean it (with 100% intention) when I sent the application letters. I was still somehow looking for another ways, another possibilities to pay my school. I just hate to sit in cubicles, to stare to a blank cold wall where the job doesn't make me feel better as a human. But I told Miss Shinta, right? "Nah, I'll just go to an office." and she nodded, so bye-bye thoughts of working in Pingu.
It was Tuesday, January 6 2015 and I was in the queue in a hospital, when I received SMS from Ms.Pingu Boss. Oh no, no, the correct chronological order is: I was sitting in hospital queue, phone rang twice but I rejected the calls. Because: 1. I wasn't feeling well, dammit! 2. Unknown number. But I texted the number, anyway. Wow, usually I don't. The number replied and that's how I knew it was Ms.Pingu Boss.
I didn't send any letter yet I was invited for interview. I took it as a sign from the Universe. Yeah you can laugh at me but really, I take it that way. Because, except that "I ain't a hollaback girl", I don't have a strong reason to refuse. From my house, it's accessible, I don't have to face the violently polluted Jakarta, and no adaptation needed. They're all my friends! Even if you ask the class sessions, I still remember! Ha! And one more thing, I never left a job with tears. It was silly but back then after I resigned, I cried. I felt that something was lost, something was taken away from me -- both pain and pleasure.
Miss Shinta told me though that I don't have to say bye-bye to my freelance life. I could work as a part time teacher and paid by hour. But it was...very cheap. Well, the working hours are short and fit the budget, but it won't help paying my school. It would be just another additional job I take. Kalau kata orang Jakarta, cuma bikin jigong. So later when I was home, Miss Boss called, and in the conversation I told her that I would like to work full time. Two days later I came for interview. It was Friday, January 9. I came at 10.07. Pingu was quiet and no people around, only Ms.Dian at her desk. Ooh, this is what I love about Pingu. The short, valuable time of peace and silence (before kids and parents come and all of the staffs turn to be customer service officers (It used to be like that when I worked there. No matter who you are, when there is a student or a guest, even though you don't know them you have to be as friendly as possible.) I met Miss Dian and Miss Dina and Miss Dina was like "What are you doing here?" LOL and I told her "Your boss called me." It was all awkward yet funny.
Before I fell ill, I sent some application letters to big companies and without a doubt, I have all which they require. I have been working as writers for years and once I send anything through the internet, I would likely to get a call not long after that. But for several days after I sent them, and during my long period of illness, my phone was not ringing. Indeed, I didn't really mean it (with 100% intention) when I sent the application letters. I was still somehow looking for another ways, another possibilities to pay my school. I just hate to sit in cubicles, to stare to a blank cold wall where the job doesn't make me feel better as a human. But I told Miss Shinta, right? "Nah, I'll just go to an office." and she nodded, so bye-bye thoughts of working in Pingu.
It was Tuesday, January 6 2015 and I was in the queue in a hospital, when I received SMS from Ms.Pingu Boss. Oh no, no, the correct chronological order is: I was sitting in hospital queue, phone rang twice but I rejected the calls. Because: 1. I wasn't feeling well, dammit! 2. Unknown number. But I texted the number, anyway. Wow, usually I don't. The number replied and that's how I knew it was Ms.Pingu Boss.
I didn't send any letter yet I was invited for interview. I took it as a sign from the Universe. Yeah you can laugh at me but really, I take it that way. Because, except that "I ain't a hollaback girl", I don't have a strong reason to refuse. From my house, it's accessible, I don't have to face the violently polluted Jakarta, and no adaptation needed. They're all my friends! Even if you ask the class sessions, I still remember! Ha! And one more thing, I never left a job with tears. It was silly but back then after I resigned, I cried. I felt that something was lost, something was taken away from me -- both pain and pleasure.
Miss Shinta told me though that I don't have to say bye-bye to my freelance life. I could work as a part time teacher and paid by hour. But it was...very cheap. Well, the working hours are short and fit the budget, but it won't help paying my school. It would be just another additional job I take. Kalau kata orang Jakarta, cuma bikin jigong. So later when I was home, Miss Boss called, and in the conversation I told her that I would like to work full time. Two days later I came for interview. It was Friday, January 9. I came at 10.07. Pingu was quiet and no people around, only Ms.Dian at her desk. Ooh, this is what I love about Pingu. The short, valuable time of peace and silence (before kids and parents come and all of the staffs turn to be customer service officers (It used to be like that when I worked there. No matter who you are, when there is a student or a guest, even though you don't know them you have to be as friendly as possible.) I met Miss Dian and Miss Dina and Miss Dina was like "What are you doing here?" LOL and I told her "Your boss called me." It was all awkward yet funny.
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