During my short transit in Amsterdam last week, I got this wonderful opportunity to visit the Rijksmuseum @ Schiphol Airport.
I really love the idea of bringing museums, galleries, and educational centers on other public spaces such as airports. It gives opportunity for travelers, visiting a country on such short time (during transit, for example,) or unable to venture the cities due to lack of access (not having any permits or visa to enter the city), to know more about the city and the country they are currently visiting.
And naturally, we can find Rembrandt on the Rijksmuseum.
Portrait of Ephraim Bueno â Rembrandt Harmensz van Rijn (1606-1669)
According to the information plate, this is a picture of one of Rembrandtâs circle of friends. Ephraim Bueno is a Jewish physician, poet, and translator from Portugal.
Interestingly, Rembrandt painted this portrait as a preparatory study for a print. Rembrandt concentrated on the face and the division of light and dark (one thing heâs really REALLY good at) â the rest, though, was less important. That explains the coarse brush strokes on the clothing and hands.
I really hope I can have the opportunity to fully visit Amsterdam â with a visa, of course! â so I can visit the Rijksmuseum in the town.
For the time being, though, I might need to be content with one of the awesomest flashmob here.
And when you finally finally meet the awesome people.
When folks found out last weekâs GM was my first GM, they usually ask, âso how is it so far? The GM?â
âOverwhelmed â in both nuances.
Before, it was only you, your laptop, and an external monitor. Next thing you know, on the GM, humans. Humans everywhere.â
And getting starstruck repeatedly.
Hereâs the thing about working with folks you have been looking up to since your trial days: You got busy wondering what to tell them when you finally meet them. You wondered how to approach them (âhey, Iâm Retno! Thank you for always helping me on Slack channels!â) You were so sure, so optimistic, that you could meet them, shake their hands, or do some fist-bumps, and go âhey yeah, you are awesomeâ no problem.
Reality:
Some of Indonesiamatticians and Malaysiamatticians traveled together from Malaysia to United States with layover in Amsterdam. This was my first major long-haul flight and sure enough, I got disoriented once we touched down in AMS.
(Left to right) Eric, Hafiz, and me in AMS
Once we able to agree on what day is today when we arrived in Amsterdam (Monday. âYou sure today is not Sunday?â âItâs Monday.â âITâS TUESDAYâ wait.â âMonday.â), we checked in on YotelAIR transit hotel.
It was pretty nice; at least we got place to straighten our legs and brushed our teeth. I decided to stroll around and visited Rijksmuseum in the airport. Unfortunately, though, the museum closed for maintenance.
I was bummed; I decided to venture a bit more and did one thing Iâm pretty good at: Eating.
Funny thing about Dutch culinary, it feels like home. 3.5 centuries of colonialization by the Dutch on Indonesiaâs soil guaranteed to embed some influences from the Dutch to Indonesia â Poffertjes itself is no stranger on Indonesians. Have a visit to Bandung, West Java (Indonesia), and you will be able to taste the same poffertjes.
From Kuala Lumpur to Amsterdam, it took 12 hour 40 minutes. We had 9 hours of layover in Amsterdam. Then 10 hours 13 minutes from Amsterdam to Orlando.
The last 4 hours on the plane were basically me holding every inch of fibre in my body to not to go to the cockpit cabin and ask âare we there yet are we there yet are we there yetâ ad inifinitum ad nauseaum.
âWe! Are! Above! Atlanta! Can! We! Just! Go! Down! To! Orlando! Faster!â â me to my sleep-deprived colleague.
We arrived in the evening on our hotel, and sure enough, the cold blast of air conditioner greeted us when we stepped in from Orlandoâ warm humid evening air.
Kennedy Space Center
Once upon a time, there was a little girl with a dream of becoming an astronaut. The start of the dream was a cap with NASA logo on it. She never knew where the cap came from â and it got lost when she moved house â but from young age, she always wanted to go to space.
That is, until she realized she never been that smart, considering her Physics and Mathematics grades tend to make her re-do most of the lessons again and again.
Anyway, the dream is still there.
And nope, I donât think you can see from the picture that I jumped and skipped hops when I entered the gate of Kennedy Space Center.
And I might or might not trying to acquire lunar rock by using illegal means AHEM.
The Grand Meetup
I didnât took many pictures during the GM; I hope itâs okay with you folks. There are moments where I took pictures but I decided to, ânaaaah… Not this one,â so… Yeah.
This is one of the highlights, though.
Years before, well, more than a decade ago, I learned web design and web development from my peers. We were self-sufficient back then; not many resources available as much as we have now, but we had â and still have â opinion leaders, thinkers, and folks with voices and platforms to voice up their concerns, opinions, and thoughts.
I donât know where to begin, honestly. He voiced up and shared his thoughts on building a better web. He spearheaded web standards that we all know and use now. Heâs the brain behind Markdown, for eff sake.
When Matt shared the news that THE Jeffrey Zeldman joining Automattic, I screamed in front of my laptop. Hafiz pinged me with, âYOOOOOOOOOOO!â And for 5 minutes, I guess I hyperventilated.
Fast forward to the GM; it was dinner time. I took a plate filled with beans, chili, and salad no problem, then walked to my assigned table. Only one seat left. I pulled my chair and ready to sit when a man next to my chair looked up, took a quick glance on my name tag, and smiled. âHi! Iâm Zeldman!â
Error 404: Brain Not Found
I gaped like a goldfish, fumbled my words between ânice to meet youâ and âhow are youâ and âI WOULD WALK TO HELL, SLAP LUCIFER ON HIS FACE, AND RUN BACK WHILE BEING CHASED BY CERBERUS FOR YOUâ and nearly dropped my dinner and handphone in the process.
Hereâs the thing about awesome folks, okay? Hereâs the thing:
They listen to you. They listen to you as if you are the only one matter in this whole world. We chatted, and Iâm dead sure I struggled as I try to find words and build coherent sentences (NINDYA, CAN YOU ENGLISH?) but these folks, these awesome folks of Automattic, they listen to you, they asked you questions, and they shared their thoughts and opinions with certain elegance and class.
That also happened with Matt Mullenweg as I approached him, terrified to my witâs ends, to ask for a wefie.
And that goes beyond with other Automatticians. So many, so many, awesome folks around. I always thought Grand Meetup would be one week of formalities and packed schedules.
Yes, it was packed, but we have endless fun.
And these folks, these folks are my Gibraltar rocks.
Indonesiamatticians; woke up at 5 AM and decided to jam it out on Jamming Room â yelled, âOI! WHAT SONG DO YOU WANT?â As I entered the room, just woke up, at 6 AM.
Ivan, my buddy during my first months in Automattic â and still a person I go to with weird pings; from Support sessions to Slovakiaâs haunted castles.
Then itâs time to go home
Good news, though: Rijksmuseum at Schiphol opens after several days of maintenance.
During our Team Meetup in Hong Kong, we had several coworking sessions (weâre still assigned to work/do Support hours but for half-day/half of weâre usually scheduled on daily basis) and sharing sessions.
The topics for sharing sessions can be anything. For some folks, itâs an opportunity to practice for Flash Talk (this is another thing; Flash Talk is a 4-minute talk/presentation during Automatticâs General Meetup with topic about anything â and compulsory for Newmatticians) like what I did (I talked a bit about Hindu influences on Indonesia from history perspective) and one of my teammates talked about taking care of our mental health while working.
Working from home/distributed company, while proven beneficial on some aspects (no traffic jam while commuting! No pesky officemates looking over your shoulder and pulling your headphones! No people sneezing and bringing cold viruses on your general vicinity! No pants!), it gives certain risks too, just like many other job. Mostly, the risk is on oneâs mental health on handling workload and socializing.
The company has been actively involved on mental health concern for as long as I can remember, and itâs even a part of the question list we got when we had our final assessment. Working from home, as enchanting as it sounds, can give you loneliness feeling and unable to separate your life and your work. Your work is inside your home.
My teammate talked about it during her sharing session, but itâs not until dinner-time, when we sat around a table in an Italian restaurant, waiting for our meals â while some of us threw some jokes and roared with laughter, I spoke to her.
âIâve been neglecting some simple things in my life, and it makes me sad.
Iâve been neglecting my plants, I didnât water them as much as I used to. Iâve been neglecting cooking. Iâve been neglecting bullet journal. Iâve been neglecting drawing and painting.
I feel like a failure. And I hate myself because I feel that way.â
She looked at me, leaned a bit, and told me.
âYou are not a failure.
You should not let things that you love being taken away from you.â
My work as an Happiness Engineer makes me in a position to take care of other folks, our users. And me myself as a mother makes me in a position to take care of my family â especially my children. Most of times, it makes me feel overwhelmed and started to neglect things because I feel like I! Have! To! Do! This! First!
Everything feels like screaming for attention and being prioritized. But you know what?
Prioritize yourself first.
You canât pour from an empty water jug, right? How are you going to do it? The jug is empty. No matter how hard you tried, no water will come out. You will end up more frustrated than ever and even smashed the jug.
Itâs you â well, me, on this context â with your care and support. How am I going to support folks around me if Iâm not supporting myself first?
Mind you, this is not selfishness. This is about taking care of yourself if you want to take care of others. This is not about martyrdom.
Iâm lucky Iâm in a workplace where AFK (Away From Keyboard) requests are encouraged when needed. When you feel like, âoh gosh, I canât work today. My mental state is in a mess. I need a break from this,â itâs OK for you to apply for a break/AFK. When you are ready to work, you are ready to work.
How about people trying to abuse the system?
Contrary to popular myth, itâs really easy to see if oneâs not performing in distributed work environment. There are tools to check our improvements and stats. And when our stats seem worrying, folks around us are ready to ask and discuss the issues we have.
Iâm blabbing here. So back to prioritizing yourself first.
Take a break. You donât have to go outside and/or spend money. Take a break. For once, leave the dirty dishes. It can wait 10 minutes longer and, yes, it wonât go anywhere. But you, you need that 10 minutes to sit, to drink, and to breathe. You will go everywhere. So take time to stop, even for 10 minutes.
Cry. Just… Go away with that silly idea of âa strong person doesnât cry.â Thatâs rubbish. To be human is to cry. If a human supposed not to cry, we wonât have tearducts on our body. If things feel too overwhelming for you, please, feel free to cry. Cry tears of frustrations, anger, stress, and let it all go as you cry. Acknowledge your emotion, recognize that itâs there. To be mentally strong is not about shutting away your sadness or anger or disappointment. Itâs about acknowledging they exist and manage them well; and crying is one of a good way to know that.
Smile. After crying, try to smile. You got this, awesome person, yes you. You have let it all go, now lets kick some ass. Itâs double letting-it-all-go.
Try to re-check what you like/what makes you happy/what makes you smile. Itâs about, borrowing from Marie Kondo, âsparks joy.â Team Meetup in Hong Kong gave me a good one week for me to revisit what Iâve been missing and what I can do to make myself better and actually improve. I realized I always loving cute stuffs, no matter how silly it looks. I realized I still love drawing and I still âgot itâ in drawing. I realized I love it when I know what to expect on my daily tasks. I went back home with that new understanding and I started to pick up drawing and bullet journaling again.
Understand that itâs always a process. There are times you will feel down even though you felt awesome yesterday. There are times you feel not-so-in-the-mood â and thatâs normal. Itâs a lifelong process, but I feel like we can always celebrate the yay-moments and acknowledge the sad moments, knowing it wonât last forever.
If itâs worth it, itâs worth doing it half-hearted. You canât clean up your entire house filled with four kids but you tidy up your bedroom? Good job! You did something! You feel like a whack and a failure but you wake up, brush your teeth, and make a breakfast? Thatâs one good step forward!
Yes, sometimes we feel trapped. There are moments where you canât think about the past or the future. It feels like you are trapped in your current situation forever. When it happens, please reach out. Talk to someone. Please donât feel bad about talking with experts or medical support about your concerns.
In Automattic, one of our creeds is âCommunication is Oxygenâ. As a distributed company, communication is vital since we need to let other folks when we can assist them or not. When we need to take some time with ourselves, we need to communicate it so folks on the company will know when to reach us back. Itâs even more when we need help.
And I hope itâs something all of us, whether you are in Automattic or not, will always believe. Communication is oxygen. Communicate. Talk to someone if you need somebody to talk to. I know itâs not always easy. Sometimes you feel like you are a burden, sometimes people just… Donât want to talk to you, sometimes you have been trying but no-one listen. In that case, keep talking. If you canât talk about it, write about it. Communicate it.
There are times when we unconsciously look for âcry for helpâ. When somebody on Twitter tweeted something, then some of us will go, âthey are crying for help!â Yes, some people can be such assholes and encourage the person to âjust end your life already!â Or âJump! I want to see!â But please remember, thereâs always always always one âDONâT JUMP!â-tweet, or âhey! You need a place to talk? DM me! Iâm here!â, or âplease stay alive. You are important.â Those kind words? They outweigh tons and tons and tons. Trust me. Iâve been there.
This is my personal blog, so anything goes. This blog has been around since 2014, which means you would, and could, see my past writings with different perspectives and mindsets at that time. While I tried to tidy things up here, I personally feel that things should not be too “clean” or polished. You see me grow and learn in this blog. This blog is a record-keeping of what I was, what I am, and what I will be. What I wrote in the past might not reflect who I am right now, nor me revisiting the topic.
While things here are generally PG-13, I must remind you that I’m an adult, which means some topics might be too heavy for younger readers.
I want to develop themes that sing praises for the 2000s. I always feel we could have a bit more 2000s-era whimsy.
the blogger
Nindya. Kapkap. she/her. Indonesian in Malaysia. Millennial. Lo-fi. Post-Rock. Gregorian. Animal Crossing: New Horizons. Murder mystery genre. “Love is Love“.