Category: workin’ hard

  • this is how i wasted my saturday

    This morning I dressed up and wore a very special piece. It was that batik shirt Mr Boyfriend gave me for my 20th birthday a few days ago. I thought it was going to be a special day because I was going to a job interview. I applied for an English teacher position in a course institution for elementary school students. The office was not too far from my house. It was only 10 minutes by motorbike. I arrived there at 10 am.

    I was greeted by a young man who looked like a receptionist. He stood behind a desk which was supposed to be the front desk, but it was empty. There was only a telephone. No computer, no sheets of paper, no sign. There wasn’t even the institution’s logo behind the ‘front desk’. There were only the man and a telephone. I told him I was there for the interview. He gave me a form and told me to fill it, but he didn’t give me a pen; I had to use mine.

    While I was trying to fill the form, he kept asking me about nearby elementary schools. I patiently answered his questions, trying not to be rude because he might become my co-worker. When he finally left me alone, I finished filling the form and a girl came from inside the office and greeted me. She introduced herself as Intan. She was there for applying for the position too, but she had been interviewed. She took my form and brought it inside, and then came out again with an older man. The man then asked Intan to go to find nearby elementary schools with another man. After they went, the man greeted me and interviewed me.

    At first, I was very nervous because job interviews aren’t really my stuffs. I had only gone throught it once. But as he asked me questions, I found some odd things about the institution. It turned out that the institution, which had been there since one year ago, didn’t have any students. I was like, Okay, that’s weird… but I played along. He asked me when I had free times. I said I was free on Tue-Wed-Thur’s afternoons. He asked me if I was free on weekends. I said Saturdays were fine, but Sundays weren’t. He looked disappointed and assured me that they would need me on Sundays too, so I said yes.

    And then, I was very surprised when he said “As I’ve told you before, our institution currently doesn’t have any students. I know when you walked in to this building you were expecting to teach children, right? But we currently don’t have any. We’d be very glad if you’re willing to help us promote our institution. Of course without payment. Our staff members can only be paid by the money we get from students, but we don’t have students right now. Therefore, we can’t pay you unless we get students.”

    He was saying that I had to work without getting paid until they got students, which I didn’t know when. Wait, what???

    I don’t want to be hypocrite here, but the reason why I applied for the job in the first place was to get money. He asked me if I could work there without getting paid. The answer, mister, was NO. I’m not going to waste my time for uncertain things like that, of course. Dear Lord…

    It was such a waste of 30 minutes!

    Sincerely,
    Putdar.

  • i couldn’t be more idiot than this… or could i?

    So last week I started wearing my glasses again, after years of abandoning them, thinking my vision was still quite good. As you know, last week was one hell of a time. I had to sit in front of my laptop for almost 20 hours non-stop. Then my eyes gave up. They became blurrier than ever. Gosh! But I found myself enjoy wearing glasses. My eyesight was clearer and I didn’t have to struggle to read small writings, though I still couldn’t read the tiny ones.

    But, that was until Saturday night, when I was watching the final round of UEFA Champions League. I put my glasses on the couch, and then I sat on them. Repeat: I. Sat. On. Them. Here’s what they look like now:

    Perfect. Just when I need them the most. Can you believe that this is the fifth time I did this? Repeat: fifth time. Argh! I’m so mad at myself!

    And because it’s the fifth time, I don’t have the guts to tell my parents that I need to repair my glasses (or else I’m partially blind). I have to use my own money *sigh*. I had come to the shop today and decided that I would just buy another pair instead, cause the broken one is too vulnerable cause it’s rimless, I guess. I must not be careless this time.

    Anyhoo, AECS is getting closer, ladies and gentlemen. I got additional Scrabble boards from SAC:

    But one of them has only 99 tiles, so it can’t be used. It means that we got 13 boards for the competition. That’s more than what we need. But we still need more timekeeper and scorer.

    This is totally unrelated to anything I said above, but Mr Boyfriend just texted me:
    Just finished 15 sit-ups, hope my stomach is slimmer tomorrow :p
    He seriously thinks that burning his belly fat can be done overnight by only 15 sit-ups. Silly boy! Haha :p

    Oh and congrats to Barcelona for the trophy! Too bad Chelsea couldn’t make it to the final this season. I hope next season will be much better for them, both in domestic and European leagues. We’ll keep the blue flag flying high! 😀

    Kay. I gotta stop rambling now. Haha! So, how was your Sunday/Monday? ;D

    Sincerely,
    Putdar.

    PS. My student is gonna have the SNMPTN test tomorrow. Wish him luck, lads!

  • midnight musics

    Hello! As you might have noticed, I did some changes again to the layout of this blog. I think it might be already fixed, at least for one week. I don’t know. I still don’t feel that the layout reflects my personality, but whatever. I don’t have time to change it again. (I know I keep telling you that I don’t have time but I end up doing it any way. So… yeah…)

    I’m currently working on creating a test for my student. The SNMPTN is getting closer, yet his score is never higher than 16. I’m so concerned. He pays me a lot of money yet I cannot improve his English =[. So guys, please wish him luck for the test. It’s his last chance.

    And, while I’m typing, I’m listening to all the musics Ujang has (Yes. My netbook’s name is Ujang.) I play it on random, and these are 10 of them. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.



    Sincerely,
    Putdar.