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Hotel King

August 12, 2014


"I thought the first hotel I saw was heaven. But when I looked at that heaven with one eye closed, it was only a luxurious package for riches and hidden desire. Once I realized I was a human being with a real beating heart. I then realized that there are stories to tell and people I love.

The hotel that I'll start to work for now will really be heaven." Cha Jae Wan, Hotel King MBC 2014

Life Stories

I Miss 'It' Already

August 07, 2014




It's been a while since I'm going through my day as Executive Secretary. First impression is that ... it's too fast, too soon. Of course, I'm grateful for having this position. I see lots of people crawling from the bottom and it takes long time and requires hard effort to achieve this level. But, instantly, I'm an ordinary fresh-graduate is able to have this extraordinary position on my 21. I'd rather call it LUCK.
God is the one who has this power over me.

However, I miss my first passion as I enter this world of Hospitality. The biggest reason I step in this Hotel Industry is to enrich my experience in Hospitality. I miss them; the guests, the atmosphere, the complaints, the complimentary, all of it. Working at back office is not as demanding as I was used to have. Somehow, I miss those pressures.

I miss my old place, the one where I supposed to be. At times, I feel like I'm lost in a strange place. Front office is where I belong.

Like it or not, I have to survive my whole day in this position. It's good to learn new experience afterall.



Life Stories

I Want to Live the Life Others Had

August 05, 2014


I don't normaly envy what others have, but I'm human too.

Sometimes in life, I rarely being grateful for all that I have. I give complaints all the time, mainly for something I couldn't have. That's childish, but that's what you call being human. The thing is, when you act elegant and calm about life, that's the ridiculous one. Why? Because human normally like to act childish.
When I see other people's live, I'd see myself wonder what if I could live that person's life. It happens all the time.



They have joy I don't have which makes me want it so bad. Afterall, I'm being wicked.

Life isn't unfair, neither is God. It's you who isn't fair of your fate.


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This is the morale that I got from job interview

June 20, 2014



Finally, I got that phone call. When it is related to my application, you should notice this as a happy news. Yep, of course. They did call me for an interview.

Here I start to narrate my own story of the beginning of this new experience. I'd rather say, getting called for interview is not my first time, but this time it was totally different. It's my real full-time job going-to-be that I'll achieve in the time being (hopefully).

Honestly, I didn't put any expectation on Best Western. Not that it's a big company or else, but I started to expect any ordinary possibility. But at least, I have to appreciate that chance.

From that moment, I started learning that first impression is absolutely a huge deal. They will judge you wholly from the very first way they throw a look at you. The appearance, ability, speech, manner, the way you show yourself to them. In other words, it's easy to say this like you're selling yourself by promoting what's best in you. To be sure, not all of people would be aware of that.

Next, confidence is all that you need. Believe me or not, it does work. Put a proud smile on your face, show them that you are the best candidate they'd ever choose. For the first time, it might sound cocky and unbelievable, but give it a try and you'll see the difference.

For the matter of physical appearance, you don't have to worry if you don't have a-miss-pageant thing on your body. It's not a beauty contest, why should that bother you? Yet, there's a big BUT for this. You have to make sure that you put a big effort to look best, dress properly and do standard grooming to look neat and fresh. That's the point I guess.

And for the rest, any company would tend to give any questions as much as needed, try to be honest answering those and I suggest you not to boast anything about yourself, just put it in a reasonable description.
But wait, I strongly recommend you to be a flexible personality. Bear it in your mind that they are the one that hiring you, you can't just set any irrational thing like you are the one that hold the control.

Be prepared for this, everyone.
Best of luck.

Work

What is so wrong about being a hotelier?

June 16, 2014


Dear great folks,
Recently I have this stuff occupies my mind, and I think I should write it down before I lost it somewhere.
Haha.
This one deals with my decision to pursue my future career as hotelier.
I found this ideal to be my best passion that would suit me best. Or else, I hope so. I've trained myself so hard to prepare my ability so that it would be easy adjusting myself in this field of work.
Hospitality, that sounds hilarious for me. As the time passes by, I know that this one is my greatest passion. I know that there's nothing from myself that is proper to call as talent; I can't sing, dance professionally, or do something in a creative way. That way, I should say that hospitality is something that obviously me, represents me, the whole me. On further estimation, I suppose I could be as competitive as I could be.
But then, it bothers me much when people start doubting my decision.
They, Indonesian and other decent people, tend to say that working at hotel is kinda …. Hmmm, how should I put that? Maybe it's better to say it, embarrassing and wicked.
I know, I know, maybe from their narrow perspective, or maybe from the reality that happens nowadays, hotel is a taboo place where somehow it closely related to 'private meeting' or even prostitutes' stuff--apart from its real function as a temporary place to stay.
On the top of that, it might be right to assume that giving service as a work tend to be mistaken as bad meaning. I don't know, people's point of view might be hard to conclude.
That is why, when I declare my decision to step on that choice, people start suggesting other alternatives, saying that it would be best to think about the better and proper ones. For God sake, what's wrong with you people? Should I give up on my own passion and follow your irrational consideration?
That's not it, Folks. This time I would show you that being a hotelier is something that I could really proud of. In the meantime, I hope all of you would see me rising from something that you think nasty. 

Afterall, it's good to have something that stimulates your eagerness.

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My Entrance to The World of Professional

April 09, 2014


They teach me how to survive in this rough, cruel, and demanding world of professional. This place has led me to achieve my future job in hospitality industry.
JM-MSH R283 
Pizza Hut Malang Soekarno Hatta

Life Stories

The World of Labour? It Sucks

April 07, 2014

"Hours are long. Wages are pitiful. But sweatshops are the symptom, not the cause, of shocking global poverty. Workers go there voluntarily, which means—hard as it is to believe—that whatever their alternatives are, they are worse. They stay there, too; turnover rates of multinational-owned factories are low, because conditions and pay, while bad, are better than those in factories run by local firms."
Tim Harford, The Undercover Economist

Referring to that quote, I consider all of you might find a cue to what I am going to talk. Yes, it is. I don't want to disguise it, but yes, this post is something that you could call as one of my deprivation.
Entering the work field is not as easy as it seems; you graduate from school, get degree, find a job and directly earn your own money, blah blah blah. I'm sorry to say this but I don't mean to disrupt or ruin everyone's expectation. This one is a mere fact that you'd finally end up with. 
I've experienced so many things in that sphere, the world of service and hospitality. Or I'd rather say that it has been part of my life; I learn and build my dream from that beginning.
Yet, sometimes reality might bring you nothing but disappointment. 
Recently for almost a year I decided to take a risk to enter the hospitality industry for one of the world famous sweatshop. From the outer appearance, you would see me and other people work in this field, be super nice and friendly with the greatest and pleasant smile as best as we could.
We serve people, accommodate them with a very good care, show our best effort to make them satisfied of our treatment.
Honestly, at first, you might find it difficult to really do it genuinely. It would seem awkward and weird, but as the time takes part you feel that this is would be one of your passion, your future carrier; the one that really suits you. And it is. Until it came to me that I am nothing but ordinary human being who could feel fed up and sick of those torturing times that I have to face every single day.
Working at sweatshop implies paradoxical condition where it is very poor to have bad condition and result on bad payment. It demands your great effort to be as perfect as you could but the payment just make things more miserable. The paradox is that even though it really tortures you, it is something that you need the most and there is nothing you can do except go through it no matter hard it will be.
At the end, it really makes me sick of it when everything that I've fought for, results on underestimation and becomes something meaningless. It hurts your mentally and physically even when you earn very little money afterall.
Somehow when you just can stand it, there are bad times which make you feel like falling into pieces day by day. However, the great thing that I can learn from it is just the way to survive. This world of labor expects and demands you to stand still even when you've become nothing but broken piece of crap.

Life Stories

How do you cope with loss in your life?

March 11, 2014

The hardest thing human could bear in life is their loss. It's freaking them out or even making their life seems like a hell when they no longer posses their belongings, the one they really love; something that really breaks their heart. But, human sometimes could not understand how this loss might teach them. By losing every single valuable thing in their life, somehow it teaches, trains and makes them get used to it for at the end they have to face the most frightening and horrible loss which is losing their life. 


Yesterday, I lost my cellphone. I was really sure that I've left it in my bag. First, I thought that since it was out of battery, maybe it's better to leave it at room. The thing that really confuses me till now is that, how that thing is just gone right away without any logical reason. I've been re-thinking on and on regarding the possibility of its lost. But, still I can't figure it out. Search it out? Yes, absolutely. I've done that like many many times, even I looked for it in places that are beyond impossible. It was really freaking me out, making my mind feels like a mess. Really, it upset me. I can say that it was one of my valuable thing, the price is good anyway but it's not the price or value of the cellphone that bother me. The contacts, photos, and all the data in that phone are valuable for me instead. How could I reach my family, friends, people at work if I lost it?

But then, my boy's father told me that it's best to just let it go. There will always be a price in our life that has to be paid, no matter how the way is. Maybe by losing my valuable things, it is the way to pay my "taxes"; something that I owe, or I haven't paid. Hearing that words in my position would not cheer me up, but somehow I found that words really inspiring. It relieved me for a second and then that loss might be a little lesson for me.

I try to throw all the negative thoughts in my mind for it's just screwing my mind and wasting my time. Maybe if Lio's father were right, I should've let that thing go, genuinely. I don’t need to worry for if it's really mine and it belongs to me, no matter how it will back to me.



Every thing in life teaches a lesson, it is just our task to find it out.

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