the.beginning.vol.3

Ep. 6

"A dream doesn't become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work." 

 - Collin Powell

Soon as I got my control of myself back, I spread the news to my boyfriend, then to my dad. It’s not because I want to, (coz it’s not fixed yet) but it’s rather because I need those original documents, which he held. Amazingly, he is very cooperative and he volunteered to take me to the final interview himself. (God? Is this another present from You?). Phew! What a day… It was almost 6 hours recruitment process in English. I was tired yet, that was super fun! And also not to forget, I was still shaking on my way home and I still pray more than ten times Thank You prayer.

I spent the days towards the final interview by working, still spreading the news, and super happy for the opportunities that God has made happen upon my life. I don’t know what happened to me, but at the mean time, I was still working on my final project paper, and I do really amazed how God arranged my timetable to fixed it up in every time slots and I finally can get it done on time. It was like a smooth sailing until I do think “is this right? Why does everything is in place? Is something bad gonna happen after this?”. That was just my negative thinking side of mind. 

Me and My Dad when we go fishing together..

On 17^th May 2011, my dad picked me up at the time, which made my heart thumping with anger, because he was almost made me late! The interview was scheduled on 11.00 and he picked me 10.20, and Jakarta traffic is such a mess, and it was on public holiday! (what a perfect coincidence). I miraculously arrived just in time and I headed to the ballroom at once. There were three registration desks and other applicants that scheduled for the day interview session. I registered at one of the desk, served by a very nice young lady who wears CX uniform, she asked for the documents completion and she asked me to read a passage. It was the announcement passage that usually read by a flight attendant soon after the plane took off. After that, she asked me to wait…wait…and wait…it was 12.30 when the interviewer finally called up my name. She was a middle aged nice woman and looked perfectly professional. She leads me to a door where stood 1 desk and two chairs (it was like an interrogation room). She pleased me to sit as she took her seat as well. Then the final interview began…

(DING!)

As expected, as soon as she greeted me, she asked me to introduce myself. I said my name, age, my current study, university and major and…CUT! She asked the first question right in the middle of my introduction. She asked me as she ran through my CV and I know that she was reading my working experiences. She asked me a little about this and that and she became more interested at my experience at The Ritz Carlton Pacific Place. She asked me a little detailed stories and experiences during my training program at the RCPP and she continued to ask me more about my personality. My goal, my reason, my knowledge about the job, what do I expect and so on and so on. One thing that is quite funny and I couldn’t forget is when she asked me about my best moment serving people during the training session at RCPP. The moment she asked me the question, I have a glimpse of things and moment that I would like to tell her (it was like a running film reel inside my brain), I decided to tell her about the latte accident. BUT, (this is where God step in) instead of telling her the story about the latte accident, I was telling her about a little boy who was always had his breakfast alone! (what the…it was just like having a un-synchronize brain and lip) Well, then I continue the story about the little boy (which I never remember before or even think about). If God wanted me to tell the story, then it might be in His big plan upon me.

After several questions (well I recalled for about 10-15 questions), the interviewer (oh…her name is Ms. Melody) gave me a piece of paper consisting a story about a little boy and a dog. She instructed me to skim the story for a minute and read the story for her loudly. (Thank you again God, that I got placed as the person in charge for story telling at EF for the last three months. See? God made miracles upon my recruitment process.) I read the story loudly (as instructed), with the right intonation, different voice tone, and added a little expression (well, I admit I was drown into the story telling thing too much, I enjoyed my story telling session). And at the end of my story, she asked me a question regarding the story. (thanks God, I concentrate while reading it). Next, she handed me another piece of paper, consisting 6 pictures (like a comic strips), and she once again asked me to see it for a minute and tell her what is that picture tells. (another story telling but this time no reading. Easy!). I tell her about the story line of the pictures and at the end of my story, she asked be about my opinion about it and also (rather unexpectedly) what am I gonna do if I were one of the characters in that pictures. Finish right there? Not yet!

She then asked me to wait as she wrote down several point on my papers (she is a multitasking woman, she wrote down any points that I mentioned and still looked me in my eyes. Cool!). She gave me a green card this time, which stated that I have to wait for 6 weeks for the further process of my application. (Darn! I almost lose my hope there.) But wait! She asked me to proceed to the carnation room to book my medical check up appointment and also to fill in my visa application form. I actually wanted to ask the to repeat the information she was just gave me, but I didn’t dare to. (Haha…) when I look at my watch, WOW..I almost in that interview room for almost a full hour.

Just an additional fun fact picture : the picture on the left is me on June 2007 and the picture on the right is also me on 2009, and if you notice the t-shirt on those picts is the very same one. ^^

One thing that I realized is that no matter how you prepared yourself, what’s inside your hearts will really showed up and that is what matters. I almost buy a red shirt just because I think, “I should look different and not too plain”. I hunt a pencil skirt (and finally got one) just to make my unforgettable first impression, but at the bottom end, what my heart really wants, that’s what made me able to take my step. My smile and my confident is my best make up! Other things? Well, that was just a bonus and side effects. (as long as you look professionally normal, I think you’ll do okay…)

“When you really want something badly from your heart, it will shows, it will shine, and as long as it is good, it will take you to another level.” -Me