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A stupid morning

Yesterday morning was a mess :) ...

USB flask disk ku yang baru berumur satu bulan itu rusak!! Garansi mah garansi, tapi betenya ampun2an. Untung personal data yang penting masih ada backupnya, yaitu latest cv ... hehehe.

Critanya lagi kerja di notebook dan gak konek ke network, jadi minta tolong temen buat ngopiin data dari kompienya dia. Aku lupa kalau beberapa bulan yll aku pernah ngerusakin usb flask disk nya temenku di kompie yang sama. I thought it was coincident. Gimana nggak, flask disknya temenku itu udah dua kali kecuci di mesin cuci :))!! Jadi aku pikir wajar lah kalo tiba2 gak kedetect.

Eh, ternyata kejadian lagi. Begonya si Mita ini :(( !!! Langsung lemes tak berdaya. Untungnya kompie itu dibeli dari toko yang sama dengan toko aku beli usb flask disk itu, tokonya Ben Leo ... Langsung deh aku telepon Ben, dan dia bilang kemungkinan besar itu karena kabelnya di motherboard nya kebalik (di kompienya temenku pake front usb, dan itu bukan bawaan dari motherboard). Untung aja dia mo ke kantorku buat ngganti usb drive ku dan mbenerin kompie nya temenku. Walaupun gak janji hari itu, tapi mayan lah ... kebeteanku ilang dikit :)

Baru selesai masalah usb, tiba2 alarm kebakaran di kantor nyala, ada pemberitahuan disuruh turun. Biasanya yang sudah2 kayak gini nih latian kebakaran, tapi kok kantorku gak dapet pemberitahuan ya ... Jadi deh turun dari lantai 12, baru pas masuk ke lorong tangga darurat aku liat ada tempelan kertas bertuliskan "EVACUATION POINT -> " .... sialan :))!! Ini latian, dan udah keburu gak bisa balik kantor lagi, dijagain ma sekuriti :))!!! Kayaknya ini gara2 nya kantorku bandel, selama ini kita kalo ada latihan kebakaran gak pernah mau turun, jadi sekarang gak dikasih pemberitahuan :)) ... hahaha ...

Jadilah kita beramai-ramai turun ke lantai dasar. Pas masih di tangga darurat ada temen kantor yang masih di atas, telepon ... kali2 mau nanya perlu turun gak ya, ini latian bukan. Tapi dasar lagi iseng (dan pengen balas dendam ... hahaha) telepon ku gak aku angkat, biar dia senasib sepenanggungan sama kita, ikut turun juga ;) hehehe. Waktu di lantai dasar ketemu sama managerku yang baru aja dateng, dia ketawa-tawa liat kita pada dikibulin :))!!

Ohh, what a morning :)) !!

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