Showing posts with label You Think It's Easy?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label You Think It's Easy?. Show all posts

5 Years. And We Moved Out.

MOVING... to www.mariskova.com

Dalam rangka merayakan ulang tahun saya tanggal 8 kemarin dan sekaligus merayakan 5 tahun saya ngeblog di alamat blogspot bersejarah ini, tanggal 8 Maret 2010 ini saya memutuskan pindah rumah. Kepindahan pakai dot com yang bayar adalah untuk memotivasi saya supaya kalau malas posting langsung berasa ke ulu hati akibat meteran jalan terus.

*background gendang ditabuh bertalu-talu*

Blog saya yang baru ada di mariskova dot com. Silahkan dikunjungi atau dikomentari atau diketawai atau diberi hadiahi.
Mohon maaf sebelumnya, blog yang baru masih dalam tahap perbaikan layout. Ibarat rumah, masih renovasi disana sini. Jadi, jangan heran kalau dalam beberapa waktu ke depan, tampilannya bisa gonta-ganti ketika mood saya ikut gonta-ganti. Maklum, layout gratisan. Belum ada yang sreg di hati.

Soal layout gratisan ini, ada cerita sedih dibaliknya.
Ceritanya saya sudah menemukan designer pujaan untuk merenovasi mariskova dot com itu. Eh, sehari sebelum saya melakukan MOU, saya jatuh sakit, Hikari jatuh sakit, si Kumendan jatuh sakit, dan kita sakitnya pake beronde pula. Alhasil, hasrat untuk mempekerjakan designer profesional ditunda dulu sampai bujet terkumpul kembali. Amiiiiin.

Mari kita boyongan ke rumah baru. Mariiii...
PINDAH YUUUUK

Look Who's Talking

Hujan dari semalam di pagi ini belum juga reda. And I thought I could have a nice comfortable sleep from the sound of the rain.
Jam 6 pagi, hujan masih mengguyur tapi saya sudah harus bangun dan mandi. Kepala yang nyut-nyut karena migrain dan bayangan akan jalanan yang pasti macet berat membuat persiapan saya ke kantor tidak ikhlas. Tidak sepenuh hati. Tapi saya harus bangun karena kewajiban mengantar Hikari ke sekolah.

Jam 7 pagi, saya selesai bersiap dan Hikari selesai makan pagi. Mungkin karena dingin dan kurang tidur, Hikari juga terlihat lesu. Toh dia masih sempat menarik saya segera berangkat karena takut terlambat. Dia masuk jam 7:30. Diantara kelesuannya, dia masih terlihat ikhlas akan kewajiban masuk sekolah.

Keluar dari komplek, saya lihat antrian di jalan Alternatif Cibubur sudah mengular. Sekali lagi saya mengeluh. Saya sudah bisa membayangkan jalanan yang hanya 5 kilometer ke sekolah Hikari pasti juga macet. Apalagi, para polisi senang sekali menutup belokan ke kanan ke arah Cikeas sehingga saya harus menyetir dua kilometer lebih jauh hanya untuk U-turn.

Mendengar saya menghela napas berkali-kali, Hikari bertanya. "Mama kenapa?"
Jawaban saya singkat, "sakit kepala, Nak. Macet lagi."
Hikari diam lagi dan sibuk dengan coretan-coretan gambar dinosaurusnya.

Beberapa ratus meter mendekati belokan ke Cikeas yang ditutup palang, jalanan sudah tersendat. Padahal U-turn masih 4 kilometer lagi. Diseberang belokan, saya bisa melihat seorang polantas mengatur jalan. Tiga mobil di depan saya mendekati belokan Cikeas, polantas itu berjalan menyebrang ke arah palang jalan. Mata saya terpincing ke arahnya tidak bergerak. Hati saya berdebar keras.
Dua mobil di depan saya mendekati belokan Cikeas, polantas itu dalam gerakan lambat menarik palang-palang dari belokan. Saya spontan melambatkan mobil yang sudah lambat karena harus mengantri.
Satu mobil di depan saya, dalam satu sentakan, polantas itu membuka belokan dari palang-palang penghalang! Saya memberi sen kanan dan Pak Polantas yang melihat sen saya melambaikan tangan untuk menyuruh saya berbelok.
Alhamdulillah!
Alhamdulillah!
Alhamdulillah!

Mendengar saya terus-terusan berkata Alhamdulillah, Hikari menegakkan tubuhnya melihat ke depan mobil dan bertanya ke saya.
"Kenapa, Ma?"
"Kita bisa belok, Nak. Alhamdulillah."
"Kenapa? Pak Presiden mau lewat?"
(Ya, biasanya belokan dibuka bila Presiden akan pulang ke rumahnya)
"Enggak, Nak. Pak Polisi itu baik hati. Kita dibolehkan lewat."
"Kenapa boleh?"
Saya tersenyum dan tanpa sadar mengeluarkan ceramah khas emak-emak.
"Karena Hikari ikhlas mau sekolah. Kita dibantu Allah. Kalau kita ikhlas, Allah akan bantu."
Hikari menoleh ke arah saya lama.
"Kenapa, Nak?"
"Mama juga ke kantor harus ikhlas..."

Astagfirullah....

YTIE series: 4) Demolition Man

"Even by your standard, it's too harsh coming from you."


A couple of late afternoons ago a good friend of mine coming to my room and scolded me.
"I don't care how busy you are, right now you just have to listen to me!"
I looked up from the pile of paper on my table and the blank microsoft word on my monitor to comprehend him. At that time I just got back from business things I had to take care from morning and was finally able to sit my butt on my chair for less than ten minutes.
He must have seen my face because he then lowered down his tone when he made me listen to his long speech. When he finished, the only thing that could come out of my brain... and then my mouth was...
"What on earth are you talking about?"

There was this pause between us and then he finally realized I really honestly didn't know what he was talking about.
A couple of days ago, I wrote something for people. A message I thought conveying my point of view clearly. Clearly as in logically, unbiased-ly, a matter-of-factly, to-the-point-ly.
It turned out, for him, the message also contained the adjective: Harsh.
So, there is this guy, who has a personality trait as sweet as a candy even when he is truly mad, explained to me the definition of harsh.
"I was not being harsh." I said trying to show some human expressions.
"I didn't intend to hurt anyone's feeling."I explained.
"I didn't even feel anything when I wrote that." I confessed.
"It was just all... fact!"
"And I am so sorry that people can actually feel something other than what was stated."

He looked at me with that understanding face belonging to a man far older than he was and it made me remember one particular day when he was intensely raging against somebody. After his burst, I practically laughed in front of his face. I told him his anger was too sweet by my standard. Since then, he labeled me as not human for not being capable of showing some compassionate feelings. He stays being friend, good friend, to me, though.

This is not the first time people misunderstand me as being less human because I seem to have a problem of using my tone and choosing my words. My Javanese mother must have realized how un-Javanese I have become but then she couldn't do anything about it anymore. I guess I must have been born without that particular button containing with -particularly- sweetness. On some rare occasions -meetings, usually- where I use more logics and fewer empathy, I can actually feel that people sigh at my matter-of-fact explanations. Not many people like why most of the time I prefer to be logical than sweet.
Then somehow, along the years, the label sticks on me wherever I walk in the office.
Emotionally incapable of feelings.
My bad, I usually ignore the label and the image it causes. I am not Miss Universe so I'm not in for the good-image competition.

Another friend of mine once observed me like a psychologist observing a mental patient. She told me I must have chosen to be plain cold to people because it was easier to do. She said being mean is easier than being nice. I simply laughed at her at that time while making a mental note that I'd better stay away from her for the rest of her life. For her own sake. Because she said it was easier for me to be mean, if you can guess what I mean.

Well, if this can be a consolation for you, guys, it's not at all easier for me to be more direct than sweet. But being that way enables me to see things clearly in their correct proportion. I thought the world needed some balanced proportion, so correct me if I am wrong. It's not, never, about which one is easier and which one is not.

I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom
I kill conversation as I walk into the room
I'm a three line whip, I'm the sort of thing they ban
I'm a walking disaster, I'm a demolition man
Demolition, demolition
Demolition, demolition
-Sting, Demolition Man-




Ps to you: And I was not being harsh. Harsh is something that you do because you mean it. You'll know when I do mean it. Don't you always? *smile*

YTIE series: 3) Blogging Before Your Bosses

The internet connection seemed friendly tonight. I used it wisely to open my 4-year-old google reader that I had abandoned and forgotten (the password) for 3 years. Surprise, surprise, I found the blogs I used to visit a long time ago when I could open a site in a blink.

One of those old blogs I used to visit is the wannabegirl. I used to love her pictures and smile at her words. Then tonight I read her post: blogging under pressure. And I felt relieved knowing that I am not alone.

Blogging used to be easy when I knew that only strangers read this crap. Now I’m always worried I’d offend anyone I know if I spoke my mind. -wannabegirl-


Months ago, one of my superiors approached me in a gathering. I rarely talked to him at the office besides we didn't share the same office building. He came to me and said those black-magic words, "You have a very nice blog."

Instead of feeling proud, I felt so discombobulated. Since then, I have been worried too much every time I want to blog about my office life. Crap! Why is it when the office cannot provide you with stress-related insurance, they kill your blogging mood? It's just not fair.

But, enough is enough. I refuse to be intimidated by rank or position or connection or politically correct blogging topics. Starting from today, I will blog selfishly, emotionally (if I have to), ignorantly, mindlessly! And you (pointing my finger to him)! Go get yourself another blogger to mood-kill!

YTIE series: 2) Find a Different Angle


Beberapa bulan ini saya lagi punya mainan baru. Saya dan 3 manusia kurang kerjaan lain sedang menggarap sebuah blog komunitas bersama. Komunitas apa? Komunitas pendidik(an). Siapa anggotanya? Rencananya guru-guru. Rencananya.... karena sampai sekarang anggotanya baru kita berempat hehehe...

Bikin mainan bareng guru ternyata njelimet: detail-oriented, visual-auditory-kinesthetic styles jadi satu, apa-apa dipikirin, doyan mendebat, setiap kalimat dikupas kalo perlu dicari referensi di kamus, senangnya voting, dsb, dsb. Hal terakhir di permainan ini yang bikin pusing-pusing-gokil adalah saat harus merancang blognya. Astagaaaaaahhhhh.... si Daff sempat-sempatnya menggambar rancangan itu di kertas! Pake pensil warna segala!

Nah, soal warna di kertas warna itu yang akhirnya jadi pusing si perancang desain blognya karena kami mau warnanya MARUN, bukan PINK, bukan MERAH, tapi MARUN! Blog gak jadi-jadi karena warna marun yang dimaui oleh umat gak pas melulu. Sampai akhirnya saya menemukan warna marun di Mas Wiki. Setelah berhasil menemukan berbagai shade dari marun, saya segera mengirim email URGENT ke 3 orang kurang kerjaan tadi. Saya minta mereka memilih marun yang mana yang mereka suka. Hasil email urgent itu? Gak ada yang jawab!

Satu jam lewat lalu teman saya yang paling rajin, si Daff, menelpon. Pesan Daff singkat: gue ngikut pilihan elu aja deh. Hayaaaahhh...

Lalu, jam 4 lewat, waktunya pulang kantor, satu makhluk lagi nongol. Si Je datang melongok ke ruangan saya yang langsung saya gebrak-gebrak.
"Lo milih warna marun yang manaaaaaa?"
Setelah memberikan alasan sana sini yang jarang bermutu, Je akhirnya mau juga mengecek warna itu di layar komputer saya.
Layar komputer saya itu berada di sisi kiri meja saya dan Je duduk di seberang meja. Jadilah si Je melototi layar hanya dari sisi kanannya.
Dia pun berkomentar, "Yang nomor 3 bagus."
Yang saya jawab dengan semprotan, "Hah? Pink begitu? Itu pinkkkkkk!"
Dia balik nanya, "Emang elu yang mana?"
"Yang nomor 6."
"Kok nomor 6 sih? Emang itu marun?"
"Ya marun lah dibanding nomor 3!"
"Itu enggak marun lagi!"
"Marun!"
"Itu biru!"
"Biru darimana?! Lo buta warna kali ye?"

Setelah beberapa menit saling menghina, Je akhirnya mau bangun dari kursi, berjalan menghampiri sisi saya duduk, dan mengusir saya mentah-mentah. "Awas lo!"
Sampai di depan layar komputer, dia ketawa ngakak.
"He, elu liat deh dari tempat gue duduk tadi. Warnanya biru, tau!"
Saya pun berjalan ke tempat dia tadi duduk. Dan ternyata saya juga menemukan deretan warna yang jauh berbeda dengan yang saya lihat bila saya duduk langsung menghadap ke layar.

Pesan moral saya kali ini adalah coba lah untuk mengangkat pantat anda dari tempat duduk nyaman yang sedang anda duduki dan berjalan lah ke sisi lain yang berbeda. Kadang-kadang, hanya dengan melihat sesuatu dari sisi yang berbeda, satu hal bisa terlihat berbeda pula. It's not easy to make yourself leave your comfort chair, but it's worth the truth. Untung saja si Je mau berdiri dan mencari tahu dari sisi yang berbeda. Kalau enggak, bisa-bisa kami menghabiskan hari ini dengan saling menghina tanpa dia tahu bahwa saya ternyata yang benar hahahaha....

You Think It's Easy Series: (1) The Office-lit of Facebook

I was not aware at first why I didn't have the names of my colleagues in my facebook's friends list. Until a guy asked me about my facebook's name.
He said he had browsed my name without success. He had tried so many different combinations yet he had no luck finding my name. Of course. He didn't know my husband's name, that's why.
He asked me why I used my husband's name because he always assumed I was that kind of woman who belonged to a feminist group and refused to use the husband's name. I saved him from details and saved myself the energy and time for explaining that I didn't belong to a feminist group (or any group) because I hardly had time to kopdar and I didn't really like to use my husband's name because of the inconveniences of changing a lot of documents.
Anyway, he did asked again why I used my husband's name for my facebook's name and why I didn't have people from the office to be in my friends' list.

I got in touch with facebook when I was in Japan a few years back. The people who introduced me to facebook were my husband's friends who never knew my real name. Hikari and I were called by Papap's name all the time. Hardian san, Hardian san! Imagine if the three of us were present at one occassion!
Second question, my friend asked, why I didn't invite my friends from the office?!
I wanted to say it was none of his business but he was kind of a nice person so I held back the words. But eventually I did say that I saw no reason to add people I meet everyday into my facebook. Isn't that why facebook was created? To connect long-lost friends or far-away acquintances?
Anyway, again, I eventually did add some colleageus in my facebook. I also accept invitations even from those I never really talk to at the office. How silly. One thing I never do is removing someone from my friends list.

As soon as my facebook's name went public, more and more friends add me. A long-lost friend from school asked me to participate in our class reunion. When the date was agreed among my school friends, I realized I couldn't make it. My friend persuaded me. She tried hard to make me come. She even said, "Don't you miss us?"
Well...
I was about to answer, "Do you really want to know the answer?"

Other than those moments, everything in my facebook life seemed fine. I talked to people, shared status, observed their life, saw their photos, etcetera. My very-big boss even invited me to be his petsociety friend. Everything was fine. Was. Until a year ago.

I found out I was removed from my friend's list. She had a disagreement with me in the office and then removed me -of course without me knowing it until gossips spread. Before removing me, this person badmouthed the office in her status and notes. All of these I never even once responded because I thought it was inappropriate to say things about our own office in front of strangers. Then she faded away from my facebook world and thankfully from my life.
Then life turned out normal again in facebook. Not for so long, though.

A few months ago, there was this incident in the office. I was not involved but my friends from the same corps were. The incident became really ugly in and outside the office. Some disatisfied people badmouthed my friends in facebook and suddenly everybody who is somebody knows about the incident. I regretted how the incident had developed but again I didn't say a word. Responding to the endless threads seemed illogical to me. It only brought negativity to my real world. I was just sorry how some people didn't realize that the two worlds should be separated.

The burning incident seemed to cool down a bit as time went by. Or so I thought.
A few weeks ago there was another incident at the office (and I wonder why I still stay...). A disatisfied colleague vent out her anger in the office. When she didn't get the attention she desperately wanted, she wrote things in her status. Some people responded to her status, even those who didn't understand the issue at all!
I was confronted with a difficult decision: to respond or not to respond. I knew one of the people she wanted to aim at was me. She did mention my name twice in a room full of people after all. The words were formed in my head and I was just waiting for the trip to arrive home and then sit in front of the computer and typed the words. Words are my friends and facts are on my side, who is she to challenge me? The trip home suddenly felt very long. I couldn't wait to right the wrongs.

Finally I arrived home. Totally irritated.
The door opened and Hikari ran to me excitedly. He hugged me and took my hand inside the house. He showed me a new book from school and asked me to read it. After reading it for him for a few minutes, he kissed me and said he loved me. That time my head became very clear and my heart became very light. Who am I to decide how people should act?

That night I sat down in front of the computer light-hearted. The words in my friend's status were still burning and the comment space seemed inviting. It's not easy to keep quiet and refrain myself from defending myself. Especially if you know you do no wrong. It's not easy. But I did it anyway. Or, in this case, I didn't do it anyway.

It was suddenly very clear to my eyes the thin line between my real world and my facebook world. It is also clear to me that many people don't realize that. We are disatisfied with our own office and we wrote all of those negativities in our status. Everybody who is nobody to the office read our status. What for?

It's not easy to not get involved in the office-lit of facebook. It's not impossible, either.

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