Kamis, 26 September 2019
Hekho
Senin, 02 September 2019
Wuhu
I don't believe in a lot of things but I believe this one.
Song is a time machine of some sorts.
Listen to it often enough your brain associates it with certain period of time.
95% of my Spotify playlists were made in my old office, I have one from my first six months, containing a lot of Suicide Squad soundtracks.
I have one from my first gebet phase, another from Phuket Company Trip phase.
I would be lying to myself when I say I'm not missing my old office. I spent 3 years for fucks sake. You know the good and the bad and you miss it anyway.
Last Friday I went there because one of them is resigning and will marry a bule so we probably wouldn't meet again after the wedding day. And I'll miss her.
If there's one thing I learnt from the last 3 years of my life is that people will remember the time you spent together. The details probably won't matter much, but you'll remember it.
So I arrived at my old office, and I felt like coming home.
Of course it felt being home, it consists of people who knows you well enough you consider them a friend, not just coworker.
It's 4.32 and I'm reminiscing about the past.
I guess it's understandably hard to remove 3 years of my life I've spent there, it was a comfort zone, it still is.
But one thing I understand now is that most workplaces are not like my old workplace.
People consider their coworkers as a acquaintances, no more no less, sometimes it develops into something more, into friendships, but most of the time, 99% of the time, they're just that, coworkers who just happened to cross their fates with you, by working at the same place at the same time.