2015 : Part One

2015 pretty much a roller coaster to me, although I’m pretty sure that is how I describe my year, every year. Huhu.. Anyway, before it became like any other years, irretrievable memories, I’ll post some entries that is quite significant to 2015. There are six of them and here is the first one.

Back in March 2015, I went for this interview as a receptionist at this three star hotel located at the center of Miri. I got the job. I considered it as my first real job because I don’t think I was paid more than a thousand before. There were some up and down while working there, the down mostly the first two weeks since I have had no experience at all. It was all blurry. The girls resented me then, since I got them into trouble (for not knowing stuffs) and I’m not that “friendly.” But I’m a quick learner and being not-friendly is actually how I was when I don’t know people and I start to warmed up to their styles, they love me. I don’t think I can called them as colleague, more alike friends. Crazy ass friends and we got to hang out for 8 hours and get paid for it. There’s a downside to the job though, I only have one day off in a week. Also, I have to be the cashier all the time. It can get depressing at times when you have to deal with MYR5000+ per shift. Then there’s difficult customers, one that think that they are VIP or one that asked you to come to their rooms and do stuffs. But I love working with people, especially if I can make them smile and enjoying their stay. And oh, the management wasn’t that nice too. I got warning letters for taking selfies while at work (gentle reminder, there was no guest at the moment, I wasn’t that dumb to do so) and laughing too loud (gentle reminder, I’m that kind of person who laughed loud naturally, there is nothing I can do about that). 

My laughing-out-loud partner and I. 
Come August 2015 (after an unexpected successful interview), I switched my career to being a Admin Clerk at a postage company. I love the job but then during the first week of me working, I found out that I’m sick, need to see the doctor regularly; it kinda took aback my passion for the job. The management seen me as one that is no discipline for having had to skip work regularly, so I don’t try to convince them that I wasn’t. I was at my lowest moment in my life then, I almost quit the job but I hold on until the contract ended. Plus, I was paid less than my previous job and if I want to be a permanent staff, I have to wait at least, two years. The manager promised me that I only have wait six months, but then he quit his job, leaving me and his promises. So, I wasn’t happy at my career and my life, I left. They did asked me to go back, since I knew the job already, but no, I just can’t. I determined to move on with my life. 

When I was the counter clerk. Pretty happy huh? :D
That was my career life in 2015. Pretty dramatic, huh? I’m looking forward to my career development in 2016. Maybe back to hotel (since I love it so much) or try one last time as an IT nerd. 

p/s: Yes. I'm broke. Or what I would like to call it; pre-rich. 

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