Cikelin Chronicle

Ternyata pembagian BLT nggak cuma ada di Indonesia saja. Di Australia sini juga ada, istilahnya stimulus package . Pertama kali saya baca Kevin Rudd mau bagi-bagi uang tunai dari berita ini . Tapi waktu itu saya cuek-cuek saja, karena saya pikir nggak akan kebagian, lha wong saya di sini cuma numpang tinggal, bukan penduduk tetap ( permanent resident ) atau warga negara. Baru setelah saya cek rekening, kok ada tambahan handsome amount of money dari Kang ATO ( Australian Taxation Office ). Rupanya saya dan Nino termasuk golongan pekerja yang berhak mendapatkan BLT ala Aussie ini. Tahun kemarin saya memang sempat kerja di bidang ritel, menjadi supervisor supermarket. Uang pajak yang saya bayarkan tahun lalu inilah yang dikembalikan lagi ke saya. Jumlahnya lumayan. Kalau dihitung-hitung bisa beli beras setengah ton (ehem). Beda sama BLT di Indo yang mungkin cuma cukup untuk makan sepuluh hari. Apa sih sebenarnya tujuan pembagian uang ini? Saya nggak tahu kalau di Indonesia, tapi ...

Today is my last day working at this supermarket . I will take a maternity leave for... uhm, maybe forever? Cause I don't know whether I'll come back. I've been working there for a whole year. I remember my first day, I was so nervous that I made a lot of mistakes. I didn't understand most of what people said. I thought those NOT English (at least not clear English as I learnt from school). But I learnt many things from working at a store, especially learnt how to handle a very demanding customer. Aussie people, especially the grumpy old man and woman likes to complain, almost on anything. Sometimes it's annoying but sometimes it's sooo silly. Now I am a more confident person and can handle the most difficult customers. I was promoted to be a supervisor on January. Writing a ticket (price tag) was one of my job as a supervisor. Some friends said I had a beautiful handwriting. Oh really? I told them that back home I'm an author. It's nothing to do with h...

I take a (paid) leave this week. The employment system here is generous enough to give you a paid leave for a month every year, if you work fulltime. Whether you take it or not, you still get paid. They call it holidays. Usually my fellow workers (most of them migrants) will fly to their countries for holidays. But (sadly) not for me. I take it because my husband would go to US for a conference. It's babysitting my daughter, not a 'real' holiday. Still I'm excited with this 'holiday'. I don't have to catch a train every morning, I don't have to be sandwiched with tall and big bules in that sardines-package train. My feet will free from 4 hours standing in the register. Oh, what a luxury. "Don't you think you will need a part-time husband, a casual one, Marla?" one of my friend joked. "Hahaha, no, no, no. I think I can manage that." I will make myself busy with things that I couldn't do when I work fulltime, such as: 1. ta...

I got my first salary this week. Yipeee! Yes, it is in dolar (double yipeee), and yes, it's my first salary ever. Well, I got money from writing book, but we call it a royalty. And I also got money from my previous business, and we call it a share. Mine is not that big compare to other worker, cause it is just as the award rate (or UMR* in our country). What surprised me is the tax rate. They cut almost 29% of my salary for the tax. Now I am a very generous person 'to donate' this wealthy country from one-third of my money. That's just great! Here, a temporary resident (or what we call it expat) pays higher tax than a citizen or a permanent resident. Argh, at least I know where the money goes. It goes to the comfy trains and buses. It goes to the parks (with the free barbecue stand) and playgrounds. It goes to the free education for my kid. It goes to the library with thousands books to read and hundreds DVDs to see. As a good citizen (of our beloved country), I also p...

I barely have time to look after my blog since I've gotten job here . I work fulltime, 38 hours a week. I love my job. I'm sure it's a worthy experience for me. Being a TKI* is not that bad, especially the pay rate (always convert it into rupiah ). A.K. * tenaga kerja Indonesia

Nindi will start school next week. This means that I will have a luxurious free time, 6 hours a day, 5 days a week (ta di ha ha, looking forward to that). This summer holiday made me exhausted. Nino and I (mostly me) had to look after Nindi 7 days a week. The days are long and hot. Nindi refused to go to bed early because sunset is about 8.30 pm. “It’s not night yet, Mommy. Why I must go to bed?” Hiks. I can do something for myself without her interruption after 9.30 pm. But at that time, I’ve already been exhausted. I couldn’t do some writing anymore. The least I can do is watching DVD with Nino (thank God for that). Back to my ‘free time’. As I’ll have plenty of time to do something, I started to find a casual or part time job. I joined the biggest job search engine in Australia and also the one provided by the government. It turned out that being a job seeker is really tiring and frustrating. I had no idea how frustrating it was since I had no experience searching the jobs in ...