WHIRLWIND

WHIRLWIND
Part 20 | First Day Internship



Today the atmosphere is so bright as my heart. Today is the first day of the internship. I don't feel like I'm graduating soon and getting a college degree. Less than 2 months of my internship. By the end of January or the beginning of February I had finished and completed my next task.


I'm wearing a white red-tie shirt and black shoes. I had breakfast first.


After I finished breakfast I took my bag and stepped out of the house. I locked the door and put the key over the door. After that I walked to my motorcycle that I had put in front of my yard.


I immediately left the house to head to the office where I was interning.


I feel very happy today and I can't wait to announce my first assignment. I also think


”Kalo apprenticeship must be delicious. Have your own money, work is not too heavy, must be happy” guamamku in heart with full of excitement.


I also focused on the road. I could forget my love for Cynthia and I didn't think about it. This joy helps me to daydream.


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After a long time riding a motorcycle, I finally arrived at the office where I was interning. I also tidied up my clothes first and used perfume. Fear of the smell lost due to exposure to the wind during the trip.


I also immediately entered and greeted the security guard who was standing guard in front of the office entrance.


“Morning sir!” I said to the security guard who was on guard.


“Again too!” the security guard answered my greetings.


I went straight to the HRD to see him again and find out where I work. I start to get nervous when I meet these fathers. His face looked sinister and his nature was firm. According to the information I know from the employees, that the father does not like people who are late, slow and messy work, so he can fire and dismiss anyone. That's what makes my voice growl. I try to control the rhythm of my breath.


“Uhhhhhh” hisisku let out a breath.


I also immediately prepared to meet the father. I knocked on the door


“Tok-tok-tok” the sound of the door I knocked.


“Please enter!” the orders of the person inside.


“Please sit!” the order back the thin mustache father.


“I am a person who wants to intern at the company father, so what is my job pa?” ask me to that guy.


“Your task is to type this” command the person while giving a stack of files.


“Second everything pack?” I asked back who felt disbelief.


“Iya. You learn and record everything in the file. Your computer number 75, you will ask the same people” said the father explained the task given to me.


“Aduh, so much more. If you are rich gini when did you get it?” I murmured in my heart while speechlessly looking at the file.


“I go out first sir?” told him.


“Please!” replied the father.


I also walked out of the HRD room and headed to my work place which was on table number 75. I asked one of the workers who was passing by.


“Owh, please walk straight from here there is a ladder up and turn kiri” explained the woman.


“Owh, thanks ya mbak!” I said to the woman.


I also went straight to my work shirt with a pile of tasks that must be completed today.


After I got to my place I immediately did the task given with enthusiasm and caution because this is not only a proposal but financial data that must be inputted correctly and clearly.


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I also finished doing this task, it felt tired to type this much task, even the campus task was lost to this task. I also gave the tasks I had completed to HRD. With fear I try to stay strong. After I gave up my duties, I was introduced to someone, he was Mr. Ilham. He is the one who will guide and supervise my work during my internship here.


“From now on the tasks you will be working on come from me!” orders of Ilham sir.


“Good Sir!” my answer.


I also follow the request of Mr. Ilham. I was also invited to his room to pick up some files that I had to work on. After I arrived in his room Mr. Ilham sat in the chair and immediately handed me another pile of files, even this is more than the task given by HRD.


“Aduh, do not be told to tick again” accuse me of the task that will be given to me.


I also took the file and went straight out of the room Mr. Ilham. I went to my desk, today my job is to type a lot. The time of day break had arrived, I went straight to Kantin.


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And dikantin it turns out there are also people who are interns. I approached all those who were gathered.


“By join!” ask the people who are gathering.


“Please!” said the long black haired woman.


I sat down with them and ordered food. Here we talked while telling the impressions of the internship here. We got to know each other and started getting familiar with everything.


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The break hours are over. I returned to my desk to complete the task given by Mr. Ilham. With care I worked everything out before I had to learn first the files I was going to work on.


I finally succeeded in doing all the tasks given. Then I again handed over the results of my duties to Mr. Ilham in the form of Flasdisk. After in his room, Mr. Ilham, I also gave up my duties. But Mr. Ilham again gave me the task by printing the task I made. I obey too.


I also directly lead to the photocopy room by giving my flasdisk. It did not take long to finally complete the task given by Mr. Ilham. I returned to his room by giving the files I had printed before.


I put it on Mr. Ilham's desk. However, I was given back the task of inputting stock data in the warehouse. I also obeyed him again.


I walked to the warehouse to complete the task of Mr. Ilham by recording the stock data of goods in the warehouse. I carefully recorded it so as not to be scolded by Mr. Ilham.


After I finished recording all the stock data I returned to his room Mr. Ilham to give up all my duties given by him. But again, I got a job from him. That is by printing the advertising brochure that will be promoted.


“Ahhhhh ulah” Desisku upset in heart.


But I can't go against his orders nor do I try to be polite and relaxed. I also have to return to Copy Photo room to complete all the tasks given by the boss Ilham honorable.