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What My Boss Did to Me Last Night

Take a deep breath...

Take a deep breath...
Take a deep breath...
Take a deep breath...

Okay, I'm trying to write this during my lunch-break..

After about six months of struggle to get a proper self-adjustment to my current job, I grow to understand my job as a personal assistant. I was trying so hard to fit in with people and position. I learn how to sharpen my feeling, how to place myself to the people whom I work with. How to listen  and to feel them. And all those things  successfully drained my energy.

Out of many failures in my learning process, yesterday was my I-forget-how-many-mistakes-I-have-made. I forgot to get the boarding pass printed.

I know it's my job to make sure that everything she needs is in control and properly organized and I missed it.

She called me and my friend(the other secretary) met her last night. I thought she was going to give some advice or anything related.  For whatever shit that ever happened on earth.......I got so nerveous.

So we came to the living room. There she was sitting along together with her sons, P&J. Her face looked so happy. She laughed. I saw P&J were playing around with a box of make up. This kinda strange......She should be angry for the mistake I made.

My curiousity was answered right after she gave an instructions to the boys...

Her: "Okay boys, let's do face painting tonight!"

Me: What? Is this for your school project P? J?

P: No, this is a payback for making my mom dissapointed.

J: Not school project. We're just going to have fun with mom's secretary like we always do.

Okay. Just let me go and disappear.

and the boys started playing around with my face.






They  had so much fun in creating their masterpiece.


They said, this is culture. Every secretary who passed the probation should have this face painting session, the sign that she already belong to the house.

I don't know how long I will have career as  a Personal Assistant, but being accepted is more than enough for now.




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