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I got a new job,working in my own desk,having a swell bosses,funny and smart,over all…i have my dream job 
So happy that i always wonder,when do i fall and feel hurt again,and it happens…
The system of indonesia’s worker are seniority,no matter how old are you,smart are you,independent are you or even flexible are…will got beaten and pushed away if you dont want to cooperate or aknowledge that the system are exist. Its sucks,but its so damn real that the bruises stayed in your heart.
I dont know if that system are legal or not,but i know it exist before i was born. I dont mind if i help,but i do mind if im being told without any saying of please or even say thanks. And the worst thing is, the smile is always cuts like knifes in the end.
I often feel sad for those people who had the obligation to persue the system,because why live in threats…not peace…
Im so happy…that my new job is real
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