The phone rang again, and it was the sixth time that the same number had been called. It's hard for me to pick up, and it's hard not to pick up.

For me, holding a phone is worse than holding a dead stick. But I can't do without a way of communication.

Because once people can't find me and think I'm running away, God knows what will happen. I didn't dare to throw it away, but every time the phone rang, my heart twitched.

I've heard a lot of insults and insults on the phone. Sometimes I want to reply to the other person's scolding. But I knew I couldn't, and I had no choice but to put up with it.

for these are my creditors. When I can't pay back the money, it is inevitable that the other party will have some radical language.

I really can't control this. As long as it doesn't directly hit my family and life, I think it's good to get a few scoldings.

If it is possible to forgive the debt by being scolded, I am willing to kneel on the ground and let others spit on. -- Once the human predicament reaches a certain level, one has to let go of some or even all of his dignity.

It seems that many people will use these dirty tricks. This little girl has obviously learned from others. She chose to harass me by constantly calling me in the middle of the night.

If I don't answer her, I'll call another one, and when I turn off the phone, she'll keep texting me and write something really nasty.

I remembered what I said to her in front of the staff during the mediation at the labor bureau: "You have been working in our store for more than a year, and you know everything. It's not that I don't want to pay you more than a month's salary, but I can't afford to pay you. But she apparently didn't believe me, and ended up filing a case.

I owed her nearly 10,000 yuan in wages, and under the mediation of the Labor Bureau, I promised to pay her back in three months. Now there are nearly 4,000 yuan.

But five months have passed. Logically speaking, I can't say anything, but the reality is: I can't afford to pay her back right now.

I say

The phrase "give me some more time" has been said for two months. I sighed and answered the phone, and it could only be that sentence, or that sentence.

I answer these calls almost every day, and I say the same thing every day at several stops. I had no better way than to explain patiently and win the sympathy of the other party.

Of course, the other party wouldn't listen to me, so I scolded a few words and hung up the phone angrily. I had no choice but to get through it.

I know I won't be calling again in the next few days, but I'll have to find a way to make at least a thousand or a hundred for her.

Otherwise, in the near future, she will continue to harass in the middle of the night in the same way. It was time to work, and I barely closed my eyes after such a fuss about the limited rest time.

Now, I'm going to work from two in the morning until eight in the morning, and then I work another job from nine o'clock and work until nine in the evening.

I could actually sleep for more than three hours a day, from 10 p.m. to 1:30 a.m., every day — I had to spend all my time trying to earn more money to pay off my debts.

My daughter-in-law works about 10 hours a day, and I work at least 16 hours a day. In addition to my regular job, I work a variety of part-time jobs.

At one point, I drove a minivan late at night for more than three months. The job became dangerous due to lack of sleep.

Every time I get out of the car, I have some ice in the passenger seat. When drowsiness hits, I'll stuff ice cubes into my collar, rub them on my thighs, and even pour them into the stall of my pants.

In order to combat sleep, I used almost everything in the limited space of the cab.

Once I opened the window of my car and sang loudly in the night breeze. Singing and singing, my tears were like beads of broken threads, spilling on the boundless highway.