Steven Makes My Muscles Stronger (Or Burst)

I don't find this weird, just a little too much. I came to the hospital, brought all the things that Steven requested yesterday. Laptop and documents on his desk. His laptop, it's easy to carry and luckily Steven's laptop is a thin and light type, but the document... Oh my God, I have to admit, it's... very... heavy. Stack the documents with A3 size paper with a height of about 25 centimeters, with a fairly decent weight. At least that heavy documents made my biceps and triceps scream.

I took so much trouble carrying the documents that I had to order a car taxi. I'm not a spoiled child, however, I just need to spend a little money to save some energy. Can you imagine? What happens if I carry that heavy document on a motorcycle taxi. Sandra's muscles will explode, BOOM! My heart is so messed up! Yes, maybe that horrible scheme will happen, and to avoid it, I choose to take a car taxi even though I have to pay more. Now that I've carried that heavy document into the hospital, I immediately take the elevator to the 5th floor, to the room where Steven is being treated, but the big baby isn't there.

"Morning, nurse. Excuse me, The patient in room 508 is gone. Where is he?" I asked the nurse in charge.

"Oh, Do you mean Mr. Steven?"

"Yes, Mr. Steven. Do you see him?"

He moved to a bigger room yesterday. Floor 8, room number 808," said the nurse while looking at the patient list.

"Thank you for your information," I said, picking up the heavy documents and walking away. "You bastard Steven, Damn it!!!!" I cursed in my heart. How could he! He has asked me to carry this heavy document without letting him know if he was changing rooms? What if this room is already occupied by someone else and I suddenly enter and disturb that person? That must be really embarrassing.

Without further ado, I quickly grabbed the documents and walked back to the elevator. I pressed the up button and placed the heavy document on top of my head. This is the best trick to carry the heavy stuff which I learned from my structure class. The object's moment will be channeled straight down without any intermediaries, such as placing a heavy object on the legs of a table will be much more stable than placing it in the center of the table. Which of course, can cause the table to bend due to carrying weight at its weakest point. the conclusion is... as long as there will be no deflection, that's will be fine.

Wait a minute! Do I sound like Albert Einstein? Hahaha, sorry, my narcissism might be caused by a heavy pressure I put on my brain because usually, I'm not narcissistic as my boss. I just hope there's no muscle or brain erupting today, maybe just a little bad hair day. But if it's just the two of us today. If I work only with that annoying boss, I really don't care about bad hair days.

"Ding," the elevator door opened and I rushed in. I was wishing I was lucky today, but I have to admit, I was... a little unlucky as usual. As soon as I entered, the elevator alarm immediately rang. Indicating it was overloaded. Oh, Steven! If he did not tell me to bring these documents, my day would have been easier. Yes, I understand it is a Monday morning, which means, everyone is busy. Doctors and nurses had scattered here and there, getting ready to visit every room. Families who began to return to visit patients. Basically, I have to get out and wait for the next elevator.

I waited while calculating roughly how long I should wait. Maybe not many people know, but Miss Chien is very good at calculating things like this. To design a high-rise building, usually, we have to calculate how many lifts are needed in the building. The goal is to make everything comfortable and people don't have to wait too long. Especially during peak hours, the hours when the office was very busy. Such as when they come to work or go home. At least we had to wait around... maybe 5 minutes. Honestly, I'd prefer to install more lifts and minimize the waiting time to 3 minutes, but, that time limit varies according to the function of the building. 5 minutes max. And what do I get? I waited for 5 minutes 25 seconds, and that means, this hospital lift is overloaded and needs a new one.

"Knock... Knock..." I knocked on the door of room number 808 and immediately entered.

"Oh, finally you here," said Steven impatiently, crossing his arms over his chest.

I immediately went to his room with all his deposited goods.

"Why didn't you tell me if you changed rooms?" I asked annoyed. I have to know the reason, why he can take so long to call me to nag something that is unimportant but can't call me to let me know if he hasn't been in the room before.

"Oh, I forgot..." he replied casually with a smile so wide on his face.

I took a breath, holding back my emotions. The word 'forget' that Steven said had made my muscles carry these heavy documents 12 minutes longer than they should have. And his smile makes me want to punch him right in his face.

Okay, he's so old, that's why he is so forgetful. My voice grumbled trying to understand his standpoint. I put the documents on the table. Table? Now I know why this big baby moved into this room. VVIP rooms do have more complete facilities. There is a sofa, dining table, refrigerator, even this is equivalent to a hotel room type suite room, one standard under the president suite.

"Oh, I can't be helped it, Ma'am Anna moved me to this room," Steven answered like he was the object who suffered so much. Pardon me? He does not seem suffering at all.

"Maybe because she thinks the room you ordered small dan sucks," Steven continued with his usual annoying grin. And from his tone, I knew that he intend to complain over the mediocre room I ordered for him.

Dear, Batman, I know you're the only superhero who doesn't kill. But could you consider teaching Steven a little lesson? Is not a thing, but I'm afraid that people like him will turn me into the Joker. Turns the innocent Sandra into a psychopathic clown because she has been hurt too much by the toxic society. Ew..., not happening... not happening! I hope that won't happen to me. I took another breath, sucking the cold air to cool my hot brain. Hoping to forget the incident this morning that made my day upset. "Zen..., Sandra, Zen..."

"What's the matter?" asked Steven seeing me take a long breath. "Oh, you must have noticed that this room is very comfortable, right? Or is the air cooler and fresher here?"

"Yes sir, this room is more comfortable," I said with a slight smile. I tried not to make this uncomfortable issue bigger with that short answer. I hope that Steven also stops talking about this annoying topic again.

"Oh yes, this is the laptop that you asked for," I continued, giving him a tote bag containing his laptop. Steven immediately took his laptop and placed it on the small table used by hospital patients to put their food.

"Ok, Now, where?" he asked me, holding out his hand as if asking something from me.

"Where, what, sir?" I asked confused.

"Your research? About the showroom? You said yesterday you were looking for references, right?"

"Oh, wait a minute," I said, taking a USB out of my bag and handing it to Steven. Without further ado, Steven immediately plugged the USB into his computer.

"Okay, newbie, it's about your project! So…, listen carefully, because I'm not going to speak again and again."

"Ok sir, wait a minute!" I said which was answered by a sigh from Steven's impatience. "You're not going to speak it again aren't you? So I have to take out my notebook," I said smiling and showing the note I had just taken out of my bag. And from his expression, Steven doesn't seem to mind if I write down all his words, he just doesn't like me asking him to wait.

"Now, listen carefully! All The client requirements for a design, the site and area pictures, and the government rules I have emailed to you last night. Remember, Sandra, we will build this building in Jakarta and because the price of land per square meter is very expensive, you must maximize your design carefully. Mr. Alex will give the information about everything from the site that you can maximize. Building Floor Area Ratio, Building Covered Ratio, Building Line, percentage green areas, everything. You can also ask John for any technical technology information, especially for the glass material that will be used, and try to be energy efficient."

"Yes, sir!" I said while taking notes.

"Next, we talk about the room program. The showroom area, needs for display of approximately 20 cars on the 1st floor, there is also a modern workshop for approximately 25 cars. We need a comfortable waiting room and cashier counter for people who only have an interest in the workshop area. On the second floor two, office for showroom purposes."

"Um, sir, may I have a little suggestion?" Honestly, I was afraid to say that, but I couldn't resist the amazing idea that ran through my head last night.

"Suggestion? Please?" said Steven, watching his new computer turn on. He didn't even look at me when I wanted to give my own thought. I know my suggestion may be lame, but I deserve a bit of credit, don't I? Or maybe my parents were too strict in educating me with manners? Is it possible that not everyone looks at the other person when they talk? Or maybe Steven really doesn't know any manners? But in my opinion, he just doesn't care what I have to say.

"Can we build 3 stories building?" I said without hesitation.

"3 stories building? What for?" Now Steven is looking at me. He seemed curious about what I was going to say. Well, this is a good sign, maybe my idea can be accepted.

"I don't know, sir, last night, I was thinking why the car showroom is only used as a workshop and buying and selling units? I mean, if their brand is so unique, why don't we give a little space that is intended as an educational center about the history of the brand itself?" Yes, Sandra, let it go! Let it go... Can hold it back anymore..... Release your creativity, express your opinion...!

However, the excitement didn't last long, because of my boss' silent act. Absolutely no response whatsoever from Steven. Response? Critics? Nope... that annoying guy just looked at me with that cold stare again. A look of somebody who sees a baby newbie trying to design something according to my wishes. To be honest, I just wanted Steven to believe in me, but I realized that privilege would never be given to a rookie like me. But…, I still want to try it. If I just keep quiet, I'm afraid I'll regret it one day. And even though this idea of mine sounds funny or silly, at least I've had the courage to say it.

"Don't mess around, make it according to the client's request!" replied Steven who seemed to no longer want to hear the words from my mouth.

I sighed in disappointment, I better shut my mouth. Didn't Steven tell me yesterday, about the times that I can talk and there are times I need to be silent? But, actually, deep down in my heart, I'm still curious about my idea. Ah, never mind Sandra, forget it, forget it!

"So your reference, Zaha Hadid? BMW Central Building?" asked Steven when he saw the photos I'd collected from the internet.

"Yes, sir, but there are also some interesting photos I collected yesterday," I agreed.

"Ok, I think from the references you've gathered, it looks like you're on track. Please continue. Your building's shape is ok, it just needs to fix a bit of a proportion problem. I think the sketch you drew yesterday wasn't high enough, so please fix it!"

"Yes, sir," I said weakly.

"Good then, please do it! That's your desk, if you have any questions, please ask!" said Steven, pointing to the small table beside his bed.