Man, what a day! I swear, being a merchandiser in this city is like riding a rollercoaster, but today? Today was a whole different level of wild. So, I hop on the Metro at the Central Station, right? You know, the one near Jalan Sudirman? Yeah, that one. It’s always packed, like sardines in a can.
I’m standing there, clutching my bag, trying not to breathe in someone’s armpit. Gross, right? But hey, it’s the Metro life. I’m scrolling through my phone, checking out the latest trends for my merch. Suddenly, the train jerks to a stop. Like, what the heck? We’re stuck between stations!
I’m thinking, “Great, just great. I’m gonna be late for my meeting at Plaza Indonesia.” I start sweating bullets. My mind’s racing. What if they think I’m slacking? Ugh! So, I’m standing there, and this dude next to me starts chatting. I’m like, “Dude, can’t you see I’m in crisis mode?” But he’s all about the weather. I mean, who cares? It’s Jakarta! It’s hot, it’s humid, and it’s always a mess.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, we start moving again. I’m practically doing a victory dance in my head. We pull into the next station, and I bolt out like I’m escaping a sinking ship. I dash through the crowd at Dukuh Atas, dodging people like I’m in some kind of obstacle course.
Then, I hit the street, and it’s chaos. Cars honking, street vendors yelling, and I’m just trying to find my way. I’m supposed to meet my team at the coffee shop on Jalan Thamrin. I’m running late, and my heart’s racing. I can’t even think straight.
I finally get to the coffee shop, and guess what? My team’s already there, sipping their lattes like they’re on vacation. I’m like, “Guys, I almost died in the Metro!” They laugh, but I’m serious! I mean, it’s not just a commute; it’s an adventure!
So, we start discussing our merch ideas, and I’m trying to keep my cool. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “Where’s the new design?” I’m like, “Dude, I just survived the Metro!” But I can’t say that, right? So, I just nod and smile.
After the meeting, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the nearby park, and it’s a whole vibe. Kids are playing, couples are picnicking, and I’m just sitting there, trying to chill. But then, I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire! Like, what? I’m thinking, “This guy’s got guts!”
I snap a pic for the ‘gram, and suddenly, my day’s looking up. I mean, who doesn’t love a little fire juggling? But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though. Like, this day just keeps getting better, right?
I dash back to the Metro, and it’s packed again. I’m squished between a lady with a giant umbrella and a guy blasting music on his phone. I’m just standing there, thinking, “This is my life.” But honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Finally, I get off at my stop, and I’m exhausted but happy. I mean, yeah, the Metro’s a mess, but it’s my mess. It’s part of the hustle. I get home, kick off my shoes, and just crash. What a day! Can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow.