littlecipi

Phew. It was absolutely not an easy thing to do.

Well, I could see it clearly that no-one had enough guts to do it (or at least I thought so). I always wondered why, but then I sort of got the answer myself. We (yes, that means me too) were so afraid to ask for it because we barely could see whether we meet the standard or not.

I have always been a man that act-first-before-i-think. Ah yes, I know it should be the other way around. But that doesn’t mean I don’t think while I’m actually acting (if you know what I’m saying). So I did it anyways.

With the encouragement from some people, including my best friends at the office, I managed to write an electronic mail to my H.R.D manager. I wrote the mail in English, intentionally (and hopefully) I could get rid of some awkwardness that could come out of Indonesian, because I wrote it in such a formal way.

Not very long after I clicked the button ‘Send’, I began to think whether I have done something stupid and so wrong. I started to feel anxious about it, feared I couldn’t meet the standard. Oh well. Did I mention I’m a type of guy who think-before-i-act? Eh, I mean, act-before-i-think. (See what I mean?)

But anyways, the sort of feeling didn’t last very long. A few hours later, a text came from my mobile phone. It was from my boss. I need not to tell you details about it, but surely, it was good (at least it is, for me). See the part that sometimes just-act-don’t-think is better than think-carefully-before-you-act?

The key part was my confidence. I very much believed I have proven my abilities (and results) and deserve of more appreciation. Once, my ex-colleague told me that his ex-boss (or should I say, my boss) is a very fair person. You show him what you got, and you’ll get fairly rewarded.

And so he did to me.

Just this morning, when I was busy trying to figure out way to do my reports, a Yahoo! message box suddenly appeared on my laptop’s window. It was my H.R.D manager. I was requested to go to her room.

Honestly? I wasn’t really thinking about that good part I mentioned before. I could have got the first warning letter (or some of you call it SP1), because recently, I uploaded a picture of me smoking on the second floor, which supposedly is a non-smoking floor. Silly me, I know. But hey, it could be enough reason to pull that nightmarish letter!

Luckily I was wrong. That was the letter I have been hoping for. A love letter from my boss. Without thinking (and after thanking my manager), I rushed to the toilet and opened it. I sighed heavily.

A joyful sigh. At last. This would certainly be a good start for me since I have decided to do some kind of money investment before the big journey and stuffs.

Though it didn’t really match what I was hoping for, I still am grateful. I had this thought of my boss wants me to prove myself MORE. Surely, he’ll get it.

The later evening when I was having a coffee break, I thanked my boss and told him that I will not let him down. He chuckled his usual laugh, which can double the meaning. It could be “Yeah yeah, it’s all right. You deserve it.” or it could be “Just wait until I give you more assignments so much that you’ll wish you had never asked me.”

Which either way, is totally fine.
Cheers for the next big step!