Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Saleshitty.

Baru aja selesai booking tiket kereta api, sengaja pakai telepon rumah biar gak ribet in case ada kepentingan KAI via telepon, langsung ditelepon sama sales asuransi di TELEPON rumah.

I don't really understand where is the existence of privacy in this current world?
How can a form asks you to fill in the telephone or mobile phone number, and then it will MAGICALLY distributed to banks and insurance companies that I don't even have an account there.
It's really, mutilating the privacy of every single person exists on earth.

I think every sales in this country, should come with ID caller, I mean, each time they call, the owner of the phone has the right to reject if they don't need every credit card or insurance on this earth.
Like me.
Yes, consider me a caveman who doesn't need any of those material things.
So next year if there is another BLACK innovation award thingy happening again, I would create a thing called SALESMAN alarm alert device. To be attached to each single phone out there, for people who have precious time than to listen to their useless rubbish babbling about useless products.

I mean, seriously, one time.
This one time, I was driving rushingly to go to a meeting, I put on a handsfree just in case my colleague wanted to contact me to ask where I am. And because of this handsfree, I automatically accepted every phone call, because driving in highway means too busy focusing on the road instead of my phone screen just to check who is calling.
So this one really PAIN-IN-MY-EFFING-AS*-SALESWOMAN (PIMEAS) called.

As usual every sales comes with bullshit intro
"Hello I am PIMEAS from xxxx bank I would like to offer you a thankful gratitude promotion of blablablablablablablablablablablalballbalablalablblabla" (please, go to hellest hell)

And so I cut her out: "Please tell me what you want? I am driving, cut the nonsense."
And yet, I am sure because of her MUST-GIVE-BULLSHIT-NONSENSE-INTRO-AND-SWEET-TALK-NASTY-RUBBISH-TALK in the first place, she kept talking like a robot.
Creepy salesrobot.

She kept speaking her DIE-DIE-MUST-DO speech: "yes please allow me to give you a little bit info--"
and I snapped her off (because I was rushing for my meeting and I must bear in mind what I would like to present later on, I really don't have time for this stupid ignorant sales who has no idea about DO NOT PHONING WHILE DRIVING) "mbak! saya udah bilang saya lagi nyetir, bagian mana yang ga dimengerti kalau saya bilang to the point aja maunya apa, kalau cuma mau nawarin kartu kredit, saya ga butuh, makasih!"

and before i rampagely hung up the phone, she continued her babbling: "I just want to offer you blablabla"
and i threw my phone to the passenger seat.

I really wanted to tell her how stupid she is, but I really had no time.

I might sound harsh, but really, sometimes they're so stupid and don't the hell care about people's time and business.
And if they don't, so why should I?

There's another one when I was luckily sitting down watching tv, a salesman called. As usual he talked all the nonsense and got to the point 10 minutes after (because I put him on loudspeaker, so I could see the clock),
he wanted to offer me insurance policy, in which, I am a caveman, I don't need one.
So he insisted to ask me questions like which insurance do I use, and why, and he kept talking about his products.
So because I don't use any, I told him I have no insurance, yet he kept asking "what do you think about your current insurance policy, what do they cover?"
and I patiently told him, "mas, saya bilang saya gak pakai asuransi apa-apa."
and he miraculously asked again, "jadi asuransi ibu biasa menawarkan kelebihan apa?"

so I began very impatient, not because of the call, but because of his stupidity.
I said: "mas, saya udah bilang 3x kalau saya gak pakai asuransi apa-apa, klo mas mau tanya sampe bego kelebihan asuransi saya apa, yang budek itu mas, apa saya? saya ga pakai asuransi dan ga berniat pakai asuransi apapun."

and he said "tapi asuransi xxx punya kelebihan dibanding asuransi lain loh bu, di kami menyediakan blablablablablabla"

and so I felt like I wanted to poo listening to this stupid guy, I said: "mas, gausa cape-cape ngomong lagi, saya ga butuh asuransi. terima kasih."

So I hung up.

I might be harsh, but at least I know how to say Thank You, the least I can do.
For their stupidity and their ignorant.

And the most annoying thing they always say: "can I have your time?"
NO!
UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO RELEASEEEE THE KRAKEN!
NO!
how can you ask for my precious sleeping time? eating time? pooping time?
NO!
EVER!

I'd rather give my time for my pups or cats, or plants. anything but listening to rubbish.
NO!
MY POOR EAR, NO!

seriously.
Can people do smarter speech on the phone?
Or at least back to my idea, every sales come with CALLER ID, whether it's at home phone or mobile phone.
So I don't spend several minutes of my life yelling and cursing at people.
Seriously, stupid salesmen add several pounds of sins into my life.
It's irritatingly annoying.

And there's another sales that has a very strong and brave and shameless energy.
This one sales from Sinarmas, who keeps calling over my home phone and mobile phone, keep asking to speak to me, yet I pretend there's noone with that name in the house nor phone user.

It's really funny to see, how they are so persistent, even they offer their products to my maid (alright next time I will teach my retriever and my cats to answer phone so those salesmen will earn better salary by talking to more victims, YOU'RE WELCOME).
Or maybe I would speak different languages to see how they react. Maybe they speak alien language too, don't know.
Maybe they're one.
I shall be an honored predator to hunt each of their brains.
WOW.

Their persistent attitude is to be bowed at.
I might offer standing applause when they keep talking on the phone.
Even, EVEN if they call the wrong number/people, they keep offering what they have.
It's like "hello, I have no shame, let me tell you this........"
And I'm like, "FAGGOT!"

I am sorry for I might be offending...or not.
I don't feel sorry, because those sales don't feel sorry for wasting my time.

I might be very rude and offensive.
A friend of mine telling me: "hey don't be so harsh, can you imagine if you were treated that way?"
Well no, because I will never be one.
It's not even an option.
I am not good at talking anyway.
The company will surely fire me within 1 month anyway.
But sometimes the timing is not right, and I am extremely pissed off when my data is being distributed without my permission.

Do people even respect others' privacy?
Phone number is privacy. It's a space where I, supposedly, able to choose who can intrude my space and who can't.

Remember those old days where getting someone's phone number is like digging gold?
Your crush.
Your eye candy.
It's like HALLELUJAH!
Nowadays I guess to get my crush's phone number, I could easily sign for sales job and HUNT HIM DOWN!
OH YES!
OH YEAH!

creepy......

But with this current condition, I don't have my own space.
It's like people can just step into my zone and they even have my banking data.

It's creepy.
It's like a cult.
I don't want to be in, but forced to be.

So what's the difference between those salesmen and those people who are religion or certain group fanatics?
It's the same.

People are so threatened by the existence of certain groups of religions or people who are DIFFERENT --well, if you know what I mean.
How can people not realize that this salesman activity is one of them?
They are creepily access all of our informations.
Name, phone number, even home address, bank account, insurance policy.
Everything.

What will happen in the future?
I am too scared to imagine.
But seriously.
It has to stop.
This is not right.
And I am badly concerned.
I really feel uncomfortable by this whole thing.

Each time I ask those salesman, where do they get my number, they always say it's confidential.
Well f*ck you, if it's confidential, so why can you, who I don't even know, can access my phone number and know my name?
And I always tell them, if they can't tell me where do they get it, don't dream to get time to talk to me.
PERIOD.

YOU, all telemarketer people are creepy.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Good day to be a tiger.

People,You can never change the way they feel,Better let them do just what they will,For they will,If you let them,Steal your heart from you,People,Will always make a lover feel a fool,But you knew I loved you,We could have shown them all,We should have seen love through,
Kissing a fool, eh?
People, people tend (notice that I don't use the word 'always'?) to give score according to what's on surface.
To what they see, they feel, they think, and they experience.
But can we really give score about others just by those things?

People, see us, see me, see you, merely by what we wear, how we behave, how we speak, how we tell stories, how we talk to each other, how we think -referring back to 'how we talk to each other', how we act, how we eat, what we eat, what we have, who we are with.

But is that really?

What about what we do during late at night in our room alone?
What about the sobbing?
The crying?
The mourning?
The worrying?
The saddest things we feel?
Our anger?
Our disappointment?
Our pain?
The hurt?
The tears?
The broken heart?
The struggle?
The surviving mode?
The fight?
The battle?
Everything that you or anybody else cannot feel?

Your empathy does not make you better than I am or anybody else.
Your sense of logic does not make you any greater.
Your super power of feeling hurt and disappointed and betrayed does not make you any better person.

Everybody has been hurt before.
Greater pain or better recovery does not make us better than anybody else.
Everybody had their own battle in life.

You cannot simply judge, "Oh she's...." or "Oh I bet he is...."
just by words you hear, or things you think it's true.
Because nothing is truer than our own self in this entire universe.
That what makes human beings are such selfish bitches.
Yep, we are selfish bitches.
I admit that I tend to judge people simply by what they're wearing.

Example, who wears super mini skirt and super tower heels and all make up early in the morning at the airport to local destination?
Seriously.

First reaction: BIMBO.
Second reaction: meh, still bimbo.

I am sorry but that's reality.
I am a bitch just because I can. (:

But then who knows what she went through earlier that day? or the night before?
Maybe that bimbo woman encountered something shitty?
Maybe it's her way showing her tough side?
Maybe it's her way fighting her battle?
Inner battle?
You never know...
If you have judgement, just keep it to yourself.
Social media is not a good place to spread your inner selfish bitchiness.
But then, who am I to tell people what to do, right?

For what I know, social media is PERSONAL WAY of showing what we feel, see, touch, EAT, think, etc.
But then it does not mean you can spread your stupidity to the world.
I mean, do you want to look stupid?
Of course not.

Because best quote ever is:

A tiger does not lose sleep over the opinion of sheep.

You can give stupid opinion.
Well, unless you want to be a sheep.......?
Give smart opinion and be a tiger (:

Monday, January 28, 2013

Once Upon A Time.

I am 25 and I am not married.

What's the big deal?
Many people are getting married after 25 or even in their 30s.
So what's the big deal?

The deal is probably not big but sure there are a few.

Once upon a time there was a little girl who dreamed to have a beautiful man, a beautiful dress, and a beautiful place to get married. And they lived happily ever after.

Sounds familiar?
I bet.

But in reality, it bites you in ass, big time.
Marriage used to be so easy.
It's either your parents chose your mate or you met your "The One" and got married.
Economical issue has been playing big part in today's society.
Many things related to financial have become major issue in why people nowadays are getting married in late age compared to years back.

Maybe it's true.
Maybe marriage is not always about love.
Marriage takes two people in love, and bunch of big families to dwell, and of course money to make it happen.

What if you don't have the money?
You earn it with sweat and blood.

What if you don't have "The One"?
Find it.

What if there's a problem with big families?
Solve it.

Oh God I wish it were that easy.
Oh wait, maybe it is, that easy.
Maybe we complicate things, no?

Once upon a time there was a little girl who dreamed to have a beautiful man, a beautiful dress, and a beautiful place to get married. But as years went by, she had no idea her dream would be one day become disheartening. That little girl had become a grown up woman who had better and clear vision of what her dream was about. She wanted it to become real as soon as possible because after all, she was a woman. She had vision, ambition, big dream, and good plan to accomplish that. But, one day she realized that her dream takes more than herself to achieve. She needed someone, her other half, to reach that dream. She had second thought whether this man she had been dating with was the right one or not. Because if he were, wouldn't it be easy? As time went by like speed of light. She saw her dream slowly faded after some times. But she kept on persistent with what she believed in. So she pushed, she asked for it, and she demanded it. But she forgot that, again, it takes more than herself to accomplish this task. One day she knew everything would disappear as she blinked away. She did. She chose to. Probably because she had no choice left. When that day came, she smiled and told herself "Hey, this isn't so bad, maybe next year. Maybe. Who knows? Who knows what the future holds." And she kept believe in, although she began to doubt the thought of it. Another year passed by and she saw her dream crashed, landed in pieces in front of her eyes, again. And again, she smiled and told herself, "It's okay. It won't be too long. You just have to be patient and wait. Because patient brings fruitful joy." And so that what everybody was telling her. So she listened. Because she knew there was no way she could run to grasp the dream. One day she asked the same question again, just to reassure how it was going to be. When it was going to happen. Because after all, what she needed was just security and assurance --a proof, a visible proof, that it was going to happen, for real. So that she had something to keep in mind, something she carried along to face her bright future, her days. Something she could believe in. Something that made her trust her dream, trust people, and trust reality. Something that she could smile about for every single day. Something she had to fight for. Something she hold on. But I guess what she wanted was too much. She began to think, it was not going to happen. She began to think, she was such a maniac, a lunatic, a silly human being who kept on thinking about the dream. Rather than creating path to get there. Poor her, she was so naive. One year had passed. She began to learn how to shut her dream down and moved on. But reality really bit her. Questions came. She was not even ready. She just didn't want to answer. Because she had no something she wished she had. She never blamed anybody else for what had happened. Because she knew it very well, it was not easy so she wouldn't want to push any further. Her dream crashed and so did she. She once wondered if she would eventually meet her beautiful man, beautiful dress, and beautiful place to grasp her dream. But she then told herself, "Look, it's impossible. Just forget it. It has hurt you so much. Why would you want to hurt yourself even more? You know it very well it is not easy. And you know it too well, it takes more than who you are, what you are, yourself, to achieve that. And who are you, being able to control every single effing things on this earth? You are just a naive and a dreamer. And have some dignity in you. You are a woman, a grown up woman, for Godsake. Just live in reality. Face it. Grow up!" And so she did. Would she live happily ever after by herself? Who knows. Who knows what the future holds. All she had in mind is how to keep her heart from being broken again. Not a slightest chance. The end.