Goodbye, work!2013-7-1914:15

I got up at 7 o'clock this morning to write a novel, wrote until 10 o'clock, and then rode my bicycle to the company for the last time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The weather was fine, the sun was shining through the treetops, the trees were all over the ground, I could finally ride slowly, I didn't have to worry about being an hour late, the sky was blue, white clouds, I hadn't looked up for a long time to take a good look at the sky. A few months ago, my eldest sister was asking me if I could take a leave of absence from Tibet in October, and I wasn't sure at the time, but now I have a lot of time to go anywhere.

It's been two years since I graduated, and I haven't been used to working in two jobs, waking up in a sweet dream every morning, dragging my tired body, breathing polluted air to work, and then continuing to be nervous for 8 hours, even writing a diary is a luxury. I couldn't calm down to write, and from time to time I was surrounded by colleagues who were talking about my work, and the sound of them discussing my work would disturb me, just like just now, when I was writing this diary, a colleague was still asking me about work. But after writing this diary, I left, completely ending this kind of work life that I couldn't get used to after two years.

From my first job, I had to tell myself not to get used to going to work, it's a boiled frog in warm water, once I get used to going to work, I will be stuck in the office forever. I can't be a face in the crowd and be tortured like a walking corpse by my 9-to-5 work life. It was in this inner struggle that I spent two years and now I can finally be freed.

I saw a sentence on Weibo, "After many years, you will thank you for your hard work." Now, I understand this sentence deeply, and I am grateful to that young me eight years ago, when if he hadn't chosen to write, I would not have escaped this cage now. I really want to go back, go back to the past years, go to that broken Internet café, find the boy who struggled to code, hand him a bottle of drink, and say cheer to him. It was his youngest and best time, he was playing games, but he was boring to write, in the smoke-filled and noisy broken Internet café, writing immature words and compiling dreams for the future.

It is precisely because of those eight years that he did not choose freedom, so in the next eighty years, I will have freedom.

In this world, in fact, everyone has a dream, but many people are blocked by work. Many times, work and dreams cannot be carried out at the same time, one of them must be abandoned, and when dreams cannot make money, it is often the abandoned cannon fodder. During this time I tried to do both at the same time, but found it very difficult, the work took away most of my energy, and when I dragged my tired body to write, I wrote the plot not as well as before. During this time, the subscription has been dropping, and the writing is not as good as the previous part, if I quit a month earlier and concentrate on writing, the situation may improve a lot!

Just Xiang chatted with me on QQ, and I said I was leaving today. A few months ago, he was also a colleague in this company, and we often went to the pantry together to pour water, and then watched the outside world from the balcony next to it, chatting about the future. He was a year younger than me, we had some topics in common and had roughly the same outlook on life. At that time, he said that he would resign after a few more years of hard work and go to an ancient town to open a hotel and live a quiet life. In fact, I also like that kind of life, watching travelers come to the ancient town, watching a person leave and go to a distant place. In June, he left his job, and on the day he left, we went to the pantry to pour water for the last time, and his expression was a little emotional, as if he had gone through another stop in his life and was going to the next city to continue working. After drinking the water, he threw the cup in the trash, I was slightly stunned, and then reacted, everyone is leaving, and the cup is naturally useless.

I went to the pantry just now to pour water one last time, but this time it was me. I took the glass of water and went to the balcony to look at the outside world, blue sky and white clouds, green trees and clear rivers, and I was about to leave this air-conditioned cage and go to the hot and dry free world. Unconsciously, eight months have passed, and I have met a group of colleagues here, but in the future, it is very likely that they will be passers-by who will never see each other in their lifetime, and I really feel a little emotional when I think about it. Everyone has a different path to follow, everyone has their own choice, but God has given each of us a chance to meet again, and that is the final death, when everyone is the same.

After drinking the water, I walked over to the trash can and dropped the cup down. When the cup landed in the trash, my heart was relaxed.

Ahem, in fact, speaking of which, the cup was lost early, this diary has been written for a long time, there is no state, when I wrote about this place, I suddenly felt a little thirsty, so embarrassing, maybe I will never be able to calm down in the office, even if it is the last day.

I will go to the human resources department to sign, and then I can go, ride to Saizeriya to have a noodle first, and then go to the cinema to watch another movie, presumably everyone is at work at that time, and I should be the only one in the cinema. In the future, it will be roughly the same life, and when I am tired of writing at home, I will go to the cinema to watch a movie.

At the time of writing this paragraph, my boss was talking to my colleague next to me about work, and I was so afraid that he would suddenly assign me another task and let me finish it before leaving. In fact, at this time last year, I couldn't wait to go to work, I was free at that time, but the novel didn't improve, and I was very dazed and anxious, and I had no money to spend.

That summer, Liu Hui got married in our bedroom, and our roommates discussed going to give him a wedding drink, and we traveled all the way from Shanghai, passing through seven cities, and finally arrived at the wedding site. It was probably the last time we got together in this life, and those days were really nostalgic. We were on the cheapest train, on hard seats, and we all had no money, but we were smiling a lot. At that time, I was almost running out of money from my last job, and I deeply understood the importance of money and decided to find a job immediately. When I came back, I started looking for a job, I started wanting to go to Beijing, and finally the day before I left, I received a call from this company and came here. From the first day I came, I knew that I would be leaving soon, it was just a life experience, I was here to experience life, not to go to work, I don't know if my boss would call the security guard to drag me out and beat me to death after knowing my thoughts. It was also from the first day of this job that I started writing this book, and I wrote several editions successively, wasting hundreds of thousands of words, and finally wrote this book.

Ah, I really don't have the heart to write, there is a discussion of work all around, I'm a misfit, let's go now!

Goodbye, work!