Friday, August 03, 2012
an end @ 19:59

"Now that Geladi has come to an end, how do you feel regarding the matter?"

I mentally questioned myself as I leaned forward, my elbows resting on the table, my fisted hands tucked under my chin. It was when we were assembled for the program's closing event at the company's head office at Japati that I eventually learned that the whole tiring routine is over - which could only mean complete, utter freedom will carry me from now onwards as holiday progresses.

I can see myself missing some aspects of the things I have grown familiar with in days, though; trivial details included. Sure, I'm gonna miss every single thing - like that cement stairs in front of MDF backdoor where the three of us sat during the first few of days of our work there, waiting for approximately 30-50 minutes until our supervisor, Pak Nana, showed up; appearing clueless and awkward to each other. I'm gonna miss that blue couch inside Jarlok room too - which seats always seemed to slump every time we tried to sit on it.

I'm actually smiling whilst typing this.

And the MSAN, yes. Those MSANs at Dago Resort that we took a visit to and one street restaurant at around Dago atas where our supervisor's peer (I forgot the name, I'm sorry) treated us for lunch - I recall the tempe, fried chicken breast and sambel were delicious. And that particular feeder point, RR, which is located at Jalan Hasanuddin 2 - right across Santo Borromeus Hospital and Muamalat Bank where we had our first field validation task assigned to us. And that RM Padang at Tubagus Ismail where we and Pak Iwan went to afterward. He paid our meal.

Also, if I am to talk about MDF room........ I dunno. I'm sure I'm going to miss Pak Ujang, Pak Heru, Pak Sandra, Pak Indra and those kids: Taufik, Jati, Jaya, Narso, Rony, Mirah, Agris, Arfan, Dawam, Ilyas and Satria (although the latter 3 had this odd, obnoxious vibe so I sorta had a hard time to get to talk to them) from Merdeka, Nasional and 40 vocational high schools who are still having Prakerin. Even the red couch, the micro testers, validation sheets, that bitch voice on 119/141, the modules, DSLAMs, cables, the whiteboard, modem, i-SISKA, and even the computer. The one and only operating computer in the Site Operation.

Ah, yes. We had quite a nice time watching several Running Man episodes in between our work.

There's just too many tears start to fall from my eyes due to difficult attempt in recollecting loads of memories, but a simple "I'm happy" was all I could have given as an answer. Either for the fact that I don't have to spend nearly (and at times it's even over) 4 hours going straight from home-office-home anymore or the fact that I got placed at STO Dago.... eh. Will putting ヽ(;▽;)ノ at the end of this paragraph do a better job in making this a bit more dramatic?  .....so yeah. To Pak Nana, Pak Yaya, Pak Iwan and everyone, thank you. Thank you very much for all the kindness, guidance, tasks, old-fashioned jokes, profanities, lessons, patience, incentives, everything.

Thank you, Site Operation Dago.

Thank you, Lucy and Icha. For being cooperative, dorky, lively and all.

I buried my face into my folded arms once I dragged my attention back. That 'so-called-student-representative' dude was delivering a speech that even a double facepalm couldn't possibly picture the immensity of its bizarreness.