Chapter 20 Security (2)
In the communication room of the factory, Ane, who was wearing a security uniform, sat at a square table. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
The daily work is: factory registration - factory inspection - patrol.
Becoming a security guard for college students may be a highly inappropriate choice.
However, for Ane, who has not been employed for a long time, there is still a slight sense of freshness and joy.
It's like encountering a spring in the desert, or a life-saving grass caught in the water.
Here, although the salary is only a few hundred yuan, he finally doesn't have to worry about hunger anymore. All three meals a day in the morning, noon and evening are all free, and there is also a supper in the evening; There is no need to spend money on rent, and the security company has collective dormitories.
Half of the monthly salary of a few hundred yuan is sent to the family, and the rest is used by himself.
That's the reality.
Fortunately, he is not an arrogant person, so for him, this is barely satisfied.
Who says college students have low eyes?
If you really have a low eye, maybe you are making excuses for your laziness; However, blindly emphasizing the low level of college students' eyes may be to divert attention from social problems.
But sometimes, aiming too low can be a sign of inertia.
This may be the case with Ane.
He seems to have relied on three meals a day to live without worry.
Even the indomitable father seems to be numbed by the cruel status quo.
At first, he said to him harshly: "You are a college student, you can't do such a job!" I'll ask someone to introduce you to a job that's right for you! β
However, when the "acquaintance" whom he had entrusted still shirked his request with an innocuous reason, he began to become silent, but still suggested that Ane participate in the "Western Development" plan; It wasn't until that he didn't interfere with AnΓ© anymore.
Even when Ane went home, he said unprecedentedly: "This security guard's clothes are not bad, don't lose them, you can wear them in the future." β
It's like slapping Ane in the heart.
But this guilt was soon overwhelmed by the life of a security guard.
This kind of life is monotonous and unfree, but there is no need to rush, no need to starve, no need to search and communicate with people......
Just right for his quiet personality.
But when he was on his night shift alone, in the dead of night, he seemed to suddenly wake up - what the hell am I doing?
The night was quiet, everyone was asleep, but he had to keep vigil.
It felt like depriving him of his most gracious bed.
He doesn't usually feel it, but once sleep becomes a luxury, he can feel the intimacy of sleep - like a relative.
More importantly, his ideals and pursuits seem to have been released in the quiet of the night.
It made him reflect on the work he had chosen.
No!
It's not an active choice, it's a passive acceptance.
When a person's life is not guaranteed, he can only put his ideals aside and think about food first.
However, the company he once faced still emphasized his ideals and pursuits when his life was down.
Thinking about it this way, he seems to feel that security jobs are more humane than those that emphasize "workplace planning".
However, reality once again inadvertently awakened his ideals.
When the security company organizes "security training", his self-ideals are suddenly and strongly activated.
If you say, he was just a helpless move and an expedient measure forced by reality.
But now that he has to accept "training as a specialized profession in security", his inner resistance has been irrepressibly revealed.
Where are the ideals and aspirations of the past?
From the babbling when learning to speak, the eager and expectant eyes of the parents; When it comes to studying, I share the joy and regret with my parents for the level of my grades; frowning and pondering for the problem, ecstatic for the solution; and then when I was admitted to university, my family's infinite longing; When you go to college, you get into the complex and advanced professional exploration......
For more than ten years, every breakfast and every schoolbag has been organized, containing the deep hopes of parents; Every dinner, every time the lights go out, there is a long-awaited return of the parents.
But now, he is sitting in the hall of security training, relying on the "physical fitness" that he is not good at, and "aspires" to be a security guard.
At this moment, it feels like a betrayal...... (To be continued.) )