Interviewer : What thing do you hate the most?
Me : Thing that I hate the most? Well, umm...............................mmm.................
(30 seconds past in silence)
Damn, why can’t I think of
it?! For God’s sake, I ain’t an angel. There must be something I really really
hate. But what?? Come on, think about it, Fildzah! My
mind mumbled.
Interviewer : Just think of anything that
you dislike
Me : I don’t like people who can’t work in
team”, I lied. “People who can’t trust teamwork, people who can’t understand
their role in team.
It's true. But I lied.
It's true. But I lied.
In my
opinion, the most hateful thing is an emergence. We have to be to at least in a
sort of situation that torn us apart. If a person mentions one specific
circumstance as the most hateful thing without ever being in there, that’s just
a mere assumption. The feeling will be different, and the questioner will
notice it. A person with reality can describe every specific detail of
condition and emotion, while a person with assumption can just picture it. “If
I’m in that situation. I’d be blahblahblah..........”
I’m a
phlegamatic person, and we, the phlegmatic persons, avoid emotional arguing. I
hate dramas. I tend to stay away and step aside from any upcoming conflict.
Until
one day,
I had
plan to take leaves from office. I had worked overtime to finish my job
earlier, so I left no overload task for my co-workers. I prepared everything
well before taking leaves. But then, my superior suddenly arranged a meeting
during my leave day. I know he did unintentionally. When I told him I was going
to take leaves on that day, he said “How can you take leaves for personal
matter and put works behind?” His words hurted me. This condition hurted me.
On
another day,
Me and
the other team members had been worked overtime for two days consecutively.
Then on the third day, I skipped lunch because my boss assigned me a task that need
to be finished as soon as possible. After break time was over, we review the
task. He found a mistake (not a big one, seriously) and he burst into anger. He
yelled at us, belittled us, humiliated us. Do you know any kind of way a boss
insult his subordinate? You name it, he did it. I was hungry, tired, and
insulted. It hurted me. My face was getting red, I was about to tear up but I
pushed all my strength to hold it. I know I made mistake and I feel sorry for
that. But, I also didn’t feel appreciated at all. Like I did nothing, while the
truth was I skipped my break time just to finish the task.
We don’t
always get what we want or tretaed the way we want to be, I know. But that’s
not the case. What I want to say is that’s my journey on finding what I hate
the most. I experienced it and I really
really really hate being treated unfair. Period.

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