Why did you go before, don't ask, asking is working overtime, and I don't want to do anything after overtime, and my spirit wanders.

Today is also a day where I learned 50 new words + reviewed 142 old words.

I really feel that I go to work at eight o'clock every day and get up at seven o'clock, especially in the past few days, I worked overtime until half past ten and half past eleven, and worked overtime until nine o'clock on Tuesday and Thursday, and worked overtime all day on Saturday - although I took two days off halfway to go for medical and social security transfer, and I didn't go to work for these two days - and then overtime and no overtime pay are the same, low. So low that I can write a few copies to win. And although the seniors are very kind to me, sometimes I am very unceremonious in the office (not the old-timers) - and then I don't want to tear up with people, and people may be kind, that is, what I say is not the kind of way I can accept, and I feel very aggrieved. I just don't think this life is interesting, I can't raise my passion at all.

I really don't want to complain about what I'm doing, on the contrary, I'm grateful, grateful that it gave me when I needed it most, that I could get a lot of kind greetings on the way that stopped and asked if I wanted to give me a ride, and that I was grateful to the people who met me and released kindness to me. I am grateful to the two people who have a good temper and patience and are very good to me, and I am grateful that I will get answers to any questions I ask.

I just didn't want to go to work. I just don't want to tell anyone about what I do right or wrong-I hate the feeling that I do 1 point wrong and get scolded for 4 points--in fact, this feeling is not given to me by my leader, it doesn't matter, but I will be uncomfortable because I am stung, patiently give justification or explanation and then be silent, after being silent, sometimes I am happy because I think I see through the other party's purpose, but what I am uncomfortable with is the energy that I am unconsciously drawn into.

It's a really disturbing thing to worry about a little bit of this, you know.

I think the one who should blame me the most and who is the most qualified to do me is the senior who docked with me, because I am responsible for him, and he is behind me when I do wrong, and I am indeed wrong about some things, and I think it is not too much for them to scold me. But they didn't scold me, they waited patiently for me every time, taught me again and again, reminded me, and said it didn't matter when I caused them trouble, it didn't matter if I was thick-skinned, it didn't matter if I was criticized.

They can also see my growth, and they can see the dedication that I thought only I would know.

I have more light than darkness, how can I let myself be plunged into darkness?

My mom and dad would pick me up every day and take me to and from work, they loved me so much, and I had a very good relationship with my sister and brother, I had good friends, and I had good friends who were good to me.

How could I mind that? Why would you mind?

My time should be spent on revision for graduate school entrance examinations, how can I waste my time like this and let myself wander?

Maybe I've been reading fewer books lately, which has caused me to be too immersed in some things that can cause me more excitement in my actual life. So I decided to pick up the reading part that I had cut off because I was going to graduate school. Maybe it's a light that makes me willing to be kind to myself and spur myself.

Little Lai, these are nothing, stand up and run.