By chance, my classmate told me that there was a nearby township enterprise recruiting temporary workers, and I secretly went for an interview.

Everything went smoothly and the interview passed. Said he could go to work next Monday. I went to the workshop and the so-called my office that day to have a look.

Too far from what I expected, too far away. The so-called one-room office for me, you don't need to experience it, it's a place that's cold in winter and hot in summer.

The dust on the fan no longer makes people see that it is a fan, and it is only when it is rotated under the drive of the power supply that it feels windy, and then the dust can't wait to drift around.

I think it's a lack of experience, oh, not a lack of experience, because I have no experience at all, and as a result, after a week of work, I remembered that I didn't even ask what my monthly salary was.

And at the beginning of the interview, I also said that I would just stay in the workshop for a week, and then go to the office to work on the design.

(I have to point out here that I can be a mechanical graduate for three years) and then I do stay in the workshop and even spend most of my time working on the machine.

This, I, my identity, where can I stand it, and I can't stand it. Just go straight to the supervisor and say it.

My supervisor is a workshop manager, and you can't believe him to be a manager if you don't see the advantages of his proficiency in operating the machine and the quality of the product.

And according to the factory personnel, he is also a very good manager. This is what it means to say that a man must not be a disfigurer.

I walked up to him and said to him, "Director, what I came for an interview is different from what I am asked to do in the factory now."

He smiled and said that there is a gap between theory and practice. In our line of work, especially you designers, no matter how good the design is, if the front-line work cannot be operated, it is equivalent to a piece of waste paper.

Therefore, I still let you stay in the workshop for more time, and the theory must be combined with the practice. Such a theory is valid.

I was speechless, what could I say, what would I say, I had to stay in order to live, to survive.

That's three months. Three months later, I received my first salary of 273 yuan. The actual salary should be 370 yuan, if you want to buy daily necessities or something halfway, you can go to the commissary in the factory to get it, and after keeping the account, it will be deducted from the salary.

Later, I learned that the proprietress of the commissary was the daughter-in-law of the factory accountant. It is said that the proprietress of the commissary married his family at that time in order to take over the commissary (because the accountant's son is a fool, however, this fool is a little different, he just takes things into the house and never gives the house to others).

On the other hand, she can let her brother work in the factory. I really can't stand it, I am still working in the workshop in the fourth month, I have put forward no reason and excuse, but the workshop director still said to let me stay in the workshop, at least the products produced in the factory will be actually operated in every process.

How could I stand this kind of torture, I didn't go to work without saying hello to anyone. Later, I learned that this kind of self-departure is called voluntary departure and giving up one's salary, which is now called self-departure.

It was a mistake in my life, because I should have stayed in that factory before I got a good job, with a certain income and then I could learn the actual operating skills.

No matter how good a theory is, if it cannot be experienced in practice, it is empty talk. When I returned home, I couldn't face the sadness that my parents revealed in their eyes, and at the same time, I couldn't face the eyes of the villagers.

Many people will ask me, why haven't I gone to work yet, can't I learn in vain, right? As I faced everyone with a forced smile, I was filled with sentimentality, and I became afraid to see the villagers, and I was afraid that they would ask me about my work again.

Later, I rarely went out and stayed at home every day...... Later, I originally had a great opportunity, but I didn't cherish it, which led to a lifetime of regrets.

At that time, it happened to coincide with the country's first batch of civil service entrance examinations. I also signed up for the recruitment exam for our provincial people's armed police.

Later, because I met Hao Hao in my hometown, I was not in the mood to read at all, so I was not admitted.

When I took the test, I met a lot of my high school classmates and later learned that most of them did.

It's all mixing well now.