The Colorful Work World
Ch. First 55 Days of Work (War)

The clothes are neat and the body is also fragrant after using perfume. I'm not sidelined because my hair is still thin. Maybe I should buy a comb and a mirror later if the hair has started to thicken. For some reason from the old school days, I prefer thin hair like this. No need to be combed so it is not complicated.

After making sure the door was locked, I walked out of the house and headed for the highway. The contract I was in was quite in the alley. It takes about 5 minutes to get to the highway. The road can still be passed by the car, but if one car has passed, the other car must step aside first.

At this time I have not used ojol because hp has not been supported. Understand the storage is small so it does not fit to download the required application. I decided to take the public transport this time. The route to the office I already know from asking brothers and also maps.

'oh yes, I haven't had breakfast' I murmured while feeling a rumbling stomach.

Since I haven't bought any food stock for rent, I have to buy some food outside today. Around here there is no food, right?

Looking here and there, I found someone selling chicken porridge. Without a second thought, I headed straight to that place. Because I see customers quite crowded, should taste the porridge in this place quite good.

I started to sit in the provided place then started the message "Sir, the porridge is one yes eat here."

"Ready sir, please wait a minute." Mamang porridge while removing the bowl.

I see who eats here most office people too. They are seen in the clothes and things they carry. But there is also a family that is taking their children to breakfast. Either they are taking a day off or are indeed working day or night shifts.

I also saw someone who had finished their morning meal at this place. It seems very suitable if you are tired of exercise, eat porridge for breakfast. If not mistakenly remembered, my friend who was in Jakarta also ate porridge after he went jogging.

"This is the mas porridge, enjoy it" mamang porridge served porridge and put satay next to him.

"Thank you, yeah."

I saw that he did the same thing to other customers. The slurry is placed along with satay as a complement. Surely there will be an additional cost for every skewer we take.

I see there are several kinds of satay that he provides. Starting from egg satay, ampella, and intestines. Each region may be different contents can vary. But if here, the price per sate is about two thousand rupiah.

While the porridge itself costs 12,000 rupiah. Before eating, I prayed first and caught a glimpse of the porridge I had.

Standard porridge with beans, chives, as well as other spices. I heard something funny about porridge. Especially about the people stirred or not stirred.

I myself choose to stir so that I stir my porridge after adding enough pepper. It's delicious porridge if you add pepper. Most likely this porridge will be my mainstay menu at breakfast later.

After eating, I went back to praying and paid for the food I had just eaten. Then I looked for an angkot to get to work.

There are two colors, blue and green. According to my aunt, if for my current office, the two angkots are both passing by the office. There is no difference in route so it is not possible to get lost.

Without waiting for long, the angkot has come and I went straight up. Just like me, it seems like most people who ride the public transportation are also going to work.

For hours I do not seem to have no school children who use angkot. All who ride are all adults. I don't see any schoolgirls riding in angkot at this hour.

There are also those who go to the station, because this angkot line also passes through the place. Even though it was a long way from my contract. Probably about half an hour later to arrive at the station.

As a normal guy, I'm happy to see a female employee riding in the armature. Because usually they use tight clothes then mini skirts.

I only glanced at it and immediately turned my eyes away. Because it's not polite to glare at the girl. The teaching that I profess requires me to keep my eyes. That's why I just look at it at a glance and then immediately turn my head.

Other than being disrespectful, I feel bad about doing so blatantly. That's why I usually just focus on the road and only occasionally glance at them.

The eyesight should be focused because this is my first time to the office. Worry later because it is too unfocused to see the road, will be rough and late to the office.

Travel with angkot duration varies. Sometimes it's fast if it's not long. Usually he stops in front of a mole or a pedestrian bridge. Fortunately, they did not stay long. So the possibility of being late to the office becomes a little reduced. Luckily I've given it enough pause so it's not too late.

"Left bang!" Shouted myself to the angkot driver.

I did it for fear that my voice would not be heard. You can also knock on the window or the angkot roof to get the attention of the driver. Staying us as passengers is more comfortable which way to stop angkot. Because this time I was sitting a bit behind, I had to scream a little louder for my voice to sound.

If it is too tight, worry later in the same tabok sitting on the side because it is noisy. After getting off, I paid the fee according to the mileage. Surely before going down I have prepared the money so that it can save payment time.

For the current journey. Approximately spend 4000-5000 rupiah. That is, in a day spend 10,000 per day and 200,000 rupiah in a month. The count is based on weekdays with Saturday and Sunday counted as holidays. The calculation of travel costs like this is very important because we have to know where the money we have entry and exit to where.

I'd better find some food around the office. For this morning I saw someone selling ketoprak and yellow rice. Maybe it could be an option if bored breakfast with porridge. But it looks like it should be early in the morning because I heard that if it was too late, the rice ran out.

At the time of yesterday's interview, I already knew where my office was. I don't know the floor I work on. Because the shophouse I work in has 3 floors.

Inevitably I waited first after giving a message to my senior. I also had time to see there were several people who might work in the same shophouse. Because he was back and forth from the shophouse where my office was supposed to be.

Unfortunately because I was shy, I did not dare to greet them. They were early in the morning, after all. I don't like cigarettes. But that doesn't mean I hate smokers. Hate the behavior of smoking can, but do not hate the person. Those are two different things, at least that's what I heard from one of the podcasts I heard.

*PING*

A message came up asking me to go to the next building. It turned out to be the owner of the company I was working with at the moment.

He was also the one who did the interview to me the other day. I can't believe he's the owner of this company. Shocked me when I found out that the person who interviewed me was the tallest person in this place.

I waited for her secretary to let me in after ringing the bell at the entrance. Just like the shop next door, the building where Mr. Bem is located also has a fingerprint machine on the front door.

After waiting for a few minutes, secretary Ben opened the door and let me in. “With sir Ray huh? please follow me. I'll take you to Bem” sir's room

“Ok, thanks for the help”

I followed the girl and then we went to the end of the room on the second floor. Turns out Mr. Bem's room is in the corner. The secretary knocked on the door and then a voice came from inside the room.

“Masuk”

The secretary opened the door then said “Excuse me sir, sir Ray has come”

“Oh, it's come her. Come on in, Mr. Ray, please sit down. Thanks yes Tari, please you go back to the hall”

The secretary named Teri went straight out to return to her room. As a result, in this room there is only me and Mr. Bem. I was nervous because this was the first time I met the boss at this place.

We started the pleasantries for a while then Mr Bem asked “Where is Mr Rawan? have you got a task from him yet?”

“Not sir, I haven't seen him yet and didn't get any messages from him” Answer me honestly.

The owner of the room, Mr. Bem immediately called Mr. Rawan. Mr. Rawan is the name of the senior I work for at this place. I knew him when he sent me an email interview in my email inbox.

"Brother, where are you? Ray has come. Have you given the task yet for today?” Ask Mr. Bem over the phone line.

"Not yet sir, I'll just love you. Mr. Ray just take the laptop first."

They started talking about a few things and then Bem hung up.

"Well, Ray, welcome to our place. Hope you work well here." He said while putting his hand on me.

I shook his hand and said, "Yes, Mr. Bem, thank you"

Before I left, Mr. Bem asked me where I was staying. He was shocked because I didn't live in the employee mess.

"Kok doesn't live in mess? Pretty money saving on rental costs. Nani try you ask there's no empty mess?"

"Ready sir. Thanks for the information. I'll try to ask."

After chatting for a while, I returned to the shophouse to wait for Mr. Rawan to come to the office..

*Ting*

Mr. Rama gave me a message to go up to the 3rd floor. Like it's my office right now. But unfortunately, I couldn't get inside the shophouse. To get inside, my finger must be registered into the finger print machine first. Since it was my first day at work, there was no way my finger would have been included in the system.

"Well, what am I supposed to do now?" I muttered while glaring at the door that was locked by the fingerprint machine. What steps should I take next?