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Gimana caranya biar nggak nervous ?

This is my numero-uno weakness. Once I am nervous, I am falling apart :) There's been many occasion where nervousness has brought me to failure or at least uncomfortable situations ...

Long long time ago, when I was still in Jakarta, there were countless interviews that I couldn't get through because I was nervous and thus being less confident :|, takes me five years to finally can face interviews with nothing to loose mentality, get a potential descent job (I didn't take the offer finally).

This nervousness and low confident made some people took advantages of me, including some random people like the one who rent my Cibinong home and my previous landlord.

About three weeks ago, my company had an internal audit. As a newest team member - plus the fact that I am only a contractor, obviously I am the target of the auditors. Oh well, I was being picked up to get audited, could not answer some questions straight-forwardly, and finally became the "celebrity of the day" :p. Still remember "mas ganteng" laughed so hard when seeing my pale face and I was swearing out of my nervousness after being picked up :|

And today, I failed the driving license test, hiks hiks hiks ... I did the paralel parking perfectly, but I need to go backward before making the u turn. My wheels we not straight, so I hit the curb, going panick, and hiks, I failed.

Well, it's not the end of the world ... but to be honest, I am deadly afraid right now. I NEED to have my driving license my next month, otherwise I won't be able to buy a car, and it means that I need rides from my co-workers longer than what I expected (I think Albert, Andrzej, and Kartik are getting bored drive me everywhere :) ) and could not move to a new apartment.

God, help me :) Anyway, every cloud has silver-lines, right :) ? Another month to go means that I can save some extra $$$ to get a descent car. Plus, just two days ago, my H1 visa was officially approved. Yay :)

Comments

Anonymous said…
Nervous ? Ah itu sih biasa.
Klo dilatih ntar biasa aja.
Jdi ??? Gaulah. Auditor kan cuman mencocokkan? Memang teraudit obyeknya. Go on yeah !

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