What you need to go through, no matter how you dodge, you have to go through it sooner or later. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info you get it first, maybe you will lose it later, you lose it first, maybe you will gain it later.

Heaven is seemingly unfair and fair......

I had been given more than five months of free time, and now I have begun to double down, I thought that having a weekend vacation was already a luxury, but I never expected that there would be more luxury, and even having a one-night vacation was like "a toad wants to eat swan meat"......

That's the worst I've ever thought of, but what's worse is that I only have half an hour for lunch and dinner. My spiritual world needs to be absorbed and exported, provided that there is time. Can......

Although I also know that "time is like water in a sponge, as long as you are willing to squeeze it, there will always be it", what I need is not half a glass of water, but half a basin of water.

Why can't people be so dedicated to what they have when they have it, and why do they always have to wait until they are close to losing or have lost it before they start thinking about what they have?

I miss the feeling that I can write quickly when I am inspired, and now even if I am inspired, it depends on whether I can find time to write. I have inspiration but have to suppress the feeling of waiting until the end of work to write, just like the feeling that I fell into the water and was about to suffocate when I couldn't swim. And even if I started writing after work, I still couldn't get enough of writing until I was sleepy in the middle of the night, just like I couldn't swim and was rescued when I fell into the water and was about to suffocate, but I entered a coma.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't seem to say anything. The free time begins to pull back little by little from the busyness. There should be busyness, but there will still be.

However, if you get used to it, you will find that it really doesn't matter.

That day, the first day of work on my sixth job.

I went to work with insomnia until 4 a.m., and the first day I reported to the company was on the third floor of the company, and the reporting time was 7:50 a.m.

Maybe it's because I haven't been to work for too long, and my sense of time has deteriorated a bit. I thought that I would get up at 7:15 in the morning, and after everything was done, I could buy a breakfast to eat or something, and report in advance at the scheduled time. However, when I went out, there were only ten minutes left until 7:50......

Not to mention buying breakfast and eating it, even whether you will be late is a question.

Hurriedly went downstairs and rode the "little perfect" towards the company, however, the commuting brigade on the road was really shocking! All kinds of four-wheeled and two-wheeled vehicles set off the crowded heads and slowly rubbed and rubbed on the unsmooth road......

I wanted to complain about something, but I didn't complain about anything, because I was one of the thousands of troops......

Luckily, lucky as I am. Thanks to my natural luck and my supposed skill in cycling, I was able to get to the company before 7:50. Well, it only took a few minutes.

When I entered the door of the company, I saw a large number of people preparing to gather, and the company was playing some music. Well, my first instinct was that they should be ready for a morning meeting.

Then, the rhythm of the music began to change to disco style. Then, they began to line up separately.

Because the stairs to the third floor of the company were just in front of those lines, so as not to induce my vanity by being too conspicuous, I quickly locked the car and walked up to the third floor while they were not fully assembled.

I was on the third floor with many temporary workers who were also reporting for duty that day.

When I walked up the stairs of the company, it felt very familiar. Because the steps of the company's stairs are pasted with some slogans, inspirational, loyal, truth, etc., and the walls of the stairs are hung with the company's growth process, as well as the heads and profiles of the company's important people, as well as the heads and mottos of outstanding old employees.

This style is especially like the decoration of a sales company. It's like my first job in life......

When I went up to the third floor of the company, there was a big grooming mirror on the wall, well, I suddenly saw me in the mirror, no! I really can't do it! My narcissistic cancer has flareed up again! It's so handsome!

After unconsciously agitating in my heart for a few seconds, the music of radio gymnastics suddenly came to mind outside!

Ever since I went from high school to college, radio gymnastics has been out of the way to me. However, when the radio gymnastics music from outside got into my ears, I had to wonder if I was back in school......

One of the boys standing next to me also accidentally spit out, "I'm going to do radio gymnastics!"

After that, the young temporary workers were embarrassed......

I'm a little curious, how they do radio gymnastics. Feeling, a little looking forward to it.

I continued to focus on the word on the top of the grooming mirror, "filial piety". I feel that the core of this company's corporate culture is based on filial piety.

Well, I have my own corporate culture, which I personally think is very good. Because, this often represents the soul of a business.

After watching for a few minutes, they broke up and the female clerk from the office on the third floor came up.

After that, it's chaos. Well, it's messy.

Because there are a lot of temporary workers, twenty or thirty people are crowded into a small front desk, this personnel asked some people to go with him, and that personnel asked those people to go with her.

For someone as sluggish as me, I just sat in place and thought for half a minute before I stumbled along with a female clerk.

We entered the conference room and took our seats. In the middle of the conference room is a large oval table, which can seat more than a dozen people, and those who do not have seats stand on either side and behind the room. Well, I chose the first position, for example, if the leader speaks in the middle, then my position is the first place on the right hand side of it. I didn't choose that position because I had a desire to pursue power, but because I was almost out of seat at the time, and I happened to see the empty one waiting for a person's ass, okay, then I had to use my ass to satisfy it. Everything is so natural and smooth......

After the group quieted down, a female clerk in a pink coat and dressed very carefully walked in with a stack of contracts and spoke.

When I first saw her, I didn't feel anything special. As she spoke for a while, I suddenly realized, with her smile and sometimes humorous words, that she was very much like Sister Bing, one of the three bosses I had when I was working in Cambodia.

Watching her talk is like looking at Sister Bing. Slowly, her appearance, dress, and the way she spoke and her expression became more and more like Sister Bing. I feel like I'm back to working in Cambodia......

She was dressed in a white shirt tucked into leggings and a pink jacket that was not zipped. Actually, this is quite normal. It's just that the white shirt at her navel has loosened a lot from her leggings, because the shirt is buttoned up, so the shirt that is loosened at her navel is just between the buttons, so it feels like a big hole is empty. The hole was so big that if you stood right in front of her, you could almost see her belly the size of a bowl breathing fresh air......

Maybe she's too busy to care. However, it is not excluded that it was deliberate.

She felt that the most embarrassing time should be when she reads her name, well, she will go up to get the contract she filled out when she reads someone's name. Yes, she didn't know how to pronounce a lot of words. Maybe it's because someone else's handwriting is too ugly, or maybe it's because someone else's name is too amazing, or maybe maybe she really doesn't know......

But in this embarrassing picture, her smile kept on her face, and I felt that this particular optimism was really good!

However, I only communicated with her for a few words, because I was applying for a permanent job. So, she told me to go to the clerk at the front desk.

I was accompanied by an uncle with a strong Mediterranean Sea and a slightly lower altitude.

Well, I'm glad he was with me. Because, the door in the office is more privacy-oriented, and when you come in from the outside, you can only open it with a swipe of the company's special card, and when you come out from the inside, you must press the button next to the door before you can open the door. Phew, I didn't know at first, but the uncle seemed to be an expert or had seen the world, and he naturally demonstrated it in front of me. Well, I'm really short-sighted, and it's the first time I've encountered this kind of door......

After arriving at the front desk, a female clerk who looked slightly healthy in skin but had a cloudy expression wanted to "thunder" at any time.

She looked at me and the uncle with sharp eyes, and asked stiffly, "What are you doing?"

I was about to say it when the uncle said it together. Well, then bother Uncle......

After finishing the things that needed to be done, she told us to find a place to stand by ourselves, and just stop blocking the door. Well, I especially don't like this kind of cold girl...... Because I was born in winter, I like warm springs or hot summers......

While waiting, a female clerk with a courier suddenly came out of the office and recorded something at the front desk, that face, that figure, that long hair, oh! What a beauty...... Just look at it, though, because she won't be my cup of tea, and there's no warmth on her face. Well, I like warmth and fiery ......

After that, keep waiting......

Suddenly, the female clerk at the front desk looked at me from afar and asked, "Liu Jinlong, you used to be a merchandiser?"

I was naturally happy as she uttered those three touching words. Then I naturally replied, "It's learning to copy." ”

She continued, "So what are you applying for?"

I still replied naturally: "General worker." ”

And then, there is no then......

What will be the fate of an ordinary worker? I don't know, I'm feeling it......

After the female clerk who looked like Sister Bing came out and said a word, we followed her.

She smiled and said, "Brothers and sisters, come, let's go!" It feels like taking you to a group fight!"

The people in the back burst into laughter.

When we arrived at the entrance of another staircase in the company, the uncle and I stayed where we were and waited, and the other temporary workers went upstairs with her to fight a "group fight".

At the top of the staircase, there is a burly security guard who is responsible for driving the door to the workshop on the first floor, and is responsible for guarding the mobile phones that employees take out before entering the workshop. Well, the first thing he gave me was that he didn't speak very well.

After the female clerk like Sister Bing came down, she took me and my uncle into the workshop on the first floor. Well, I saw a sign in the workshop that said "Injection Molding Workshop". Oh, first contact......

After that, a female clerk like Sister Bing left the workshop after handing me and my uncle over to a woman who looked quite old but was actually quite old.

Forehead...... Next to the old woman, there stood an eldest brother who looked to be about twenty-eight or nineteen years old. My eyes told me he was staring at the Sagittarius pendant I was wearing around my neck. Well, it feels like he's going to mistake me for one of those "rotten boys" who are very dragged.

Then, the old woman asked him to take the uncle to a certain post.

I was left alone, quietly waiting for her arrangement......

She asked me curiously, "Are you working as a temporary worker or as a permanent worker?"

Naturally, I replied, "Long-term work." ”

She nodded unnaturally several times......

Then, he told me to go to the big brother who was staring at my Sagittarius pendant and ask him to arrange something for me to do. From here, even a fool knows that the big brother will be my boss.

Well, call him the cold noodle boss for the time being. Because, he is unsmiling in front of me......

He arranged for me to do an errand of screwing parts, which was to unscrew the tiny parts attached to the plastic. Well, it feels okay, no pressure for the time being.

In the process of screwing small parts, I began to analyze the situation in the workshop. Well, the workshop area is about the size of four basketball courts, divided into four parts, and it is not clear what the specific part is, but there are not many machines.

What I like is that the floor is relatively clean and there is no oil stain. And the sound of the machine running is not harsh, and it is not so quiet that I am uncomfortable.

The first feeling is that it's still okay.

After that, the old woman sent me a meal ticket to eat in the company's small canteen.

Skipping some episodes, when it was time to eat at noon, the cold noodle boss asked me to eat first, and when I came back from eating, I helped an employee pick up the plane, and then asked him to eat.

Even though I didn't even know how to turn on the machines, I went to dinner with questions.

I asked the cold noodle boss, the company's small canteen is on the side of the road outside the company, called the Red Apple Fast Food Restaurant.

Well, when I showed up in front of that fast food restaurant, well, it was really a fast food restaurant, and it didn't have the slightest cafeteria look.

However, the taste of the meal is okay, but the aura of the proprietress is too strong! The rice is a little less, and the rice will be added after eating soon......

More unusually, the fast food restaurant uses a disposable white plastic bag over a small plate to fill the soup. Well, it's an eye-opener.

Lunch time is only half an hour, and after eating, it can almost be said that you can go directly into the car and get the machine, and there is not much time to play with your mobile phone.

Since I tried this kind of work schedule in my fifth job, I didn't have any discomfort.

After entering the workshop, the person who picked up the plane was there, and I was no longer needed. Okay, then I'll go ahead and screw the small parts......

That afternoon, I thought it would be a pretty relaxing afternoon.

I didn't expect the cold noodle boss to treat me like this.

He wouldn't let me screw the small parts anymore and let the new employees do it. And I, sweep the floor.

Well, I don't really have anything to say about that. Because I know very well that miscellaneous work is a necessary stage for a silk counterattack in the workplace. Although, I don't admit that I'm a **silk ......

Sweeping the floor is really nothing, and my second and third jobs in my life are sweeping floors a lot. In the past, there were a lot of oil stains on the floor that was swept by the work, not to mention, there was no oil stain on the floor of this workshop.

Okay, after the sweep, I asked the cold noodle boss what else he wanted me to do.

Well, he seemed to take a fancy to my height and happily asked me to get a rag to dust the top of the machine.

Well, wipe the machine. My second and third jobs in my life were so much that I had to wipe machines, and it was still oily. And the machine tools in this workshop are mainly dust, which is really much better.

After wiping a row of machine tools, I seemed to ask the cold-faced boss a little cheaply: "Boss, do you want to wipe the other side of the machine tool?"

He nodded happily......

Well, it's all wiped anyway, and I don't care about wiping it a little more.

It felt like they hadn't been wiped in a long time, and as soon as I arrived, they got a new lease of life.

After wiping, I was about to ask the cold noodle boss what else he wanted me to do......

However, the old woman suddenly appeared.

She came out of the women's toilet and said to me with a smile: "Can you take a mop and mop the floor of the workshop? ”

Can it be said that it is not good?

I complied with her request and began mopping the floor of the workshop the size of three or four basketball courts. Well, when the mop runs out of water, I go to the men's toilet to wet the mop, and keep repeating it......

Mopping the floor, it's nothing. My second and third jobs mopping floors a lot, and the floors were still oily. The floor of this workshop is so smooth and clean, you can just drag it casually, and it is not too difficult.

When I dragged to the door of the workshop, the burly security guard who I thought was not good at talking was outside and said to me with a smile, slow down, don't rush. Those are kind words, and you can hear them. Sure enough, people are not to be seen.

I was dragging while talking to myself, humming songs by the way, and I was not in a bad mood. Everything, all normal.

When mopping the floor, I saw some signs hanging on the walls of the workshop, and the signs had special sentences on them.

For example, if you work in a company and say bad things about the company behind your back after work, you are selling your soul......

It feels pretty good and makes sense.

After mopping the floor, there was nothing to do, and there was still an hour before the end of work in the afternoon. I just happened to see that the corner of the workshop where the garbage was thrown was particularly dirty, and it felt terrible.

I think it's hard to imagine a disciplined team with a high quality if you don't even get a good corner for throwing garbage. Because, it is often possible to see the big in the small.

So, I consciously sorted out the messy garbage corners very carefully. After the change of my magic hand, that corner is no longer garbage......

Come to think of it, my first day on the job was almost entirely dedicated to the hygiene of the workshop, well, I was almost not asked to clean the toilet.

After I finished eating that evening, the cold noodle boss decisively asked me to pick up an aunt and ask her to go to dinner.

However, I haven't driven that kind of machine yet, so I don't know what it works for, how it works, and how it protects my health. However, the cold noodle boss just wants me to pick up the plane in such a state......

However, it is not so absolute. At the very least, the aunt will say a sentence or two: "Look, open the door and catch the materials and take them out." Got it?"

Well, it's like a person who can swim on the shore and say to someone who can't swim, "You jump into the water, and you push your hands back and your feet up and down, and you're ready to swim." Got it?"

Well, I really don't understand.

I opened the door, and before my hand could get close to the material, it fell into the box below where the scrap was waiting. I didn't know if there was a time limit, and I wasn't sure if the mold would suddenly hold down my hand to pick up the material, because I didn't know how the machine worked......

Auntie suddenly returned to her post anxiously and continued to fight, I was speechless, how could anyone teach people like this? The cold-faced boss was only responsible for bringing me over, and then the person disappeared......

At that time, I really wanted to complain about what kind of boss this was?! I didn't even say a word about some of the most basic precautions for newcomers. He looked at me like he was looking at a wall, well, it felt like it was too cold......

However, then my aunt and I chatted for a while, and I knew that she was from GX and could speak some Cantonese, so I felt that the conversation was okay. Therefore, the mood is not so awkward.

When I got off work, the burly security guard greeted me with a smile: "Are you off work?"

I smiled and nodded. Actually, it's not all that cold......

The uncle asked me how I felt after work, and I said, I have been cleaning for most of the day, how do you say I feel?

He smiled. said that he was so tired.

I could hear that he couldn't hold on......

I don't like the cold, but at least there's warmth, so I'm going to stick with it. Because, I'm not the same person I was when I was in my fifth job......

I know that I have to go through it sooner or later. Wouldn't I be tired if I left this company and went to another company?

If the answer is no, then why am I running around? I can't run away anyway, and I really don't want to see that dislike unless I conquer it.

So, I sweep the floor, I wipe the machine, I mop the floor, I tidy up the garbage corners...... I didn't complain about anything, because I've done all of this, I'm not afraid, I can conquer it.

It is useless to run away, face it, conquer it, then it will only be it that escapes, not yourself.

So I came down the first day of my sixth job, and although I was tired, my heart was happy.

It's been a long time since I've experienced the joy of getting off work after a hard day......

There is a job called tired and happy.

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