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    "By the way, talking about this, I remembered something. In May last year, I met an old friend of yours, the Erchun. She was working at the city TV station, and she didn't seem to be doing well." Yuanyuan told me this in the afternoon  When I heard the news, I didn¡¯t take it to heart.  The so-called second spring is the second spring in my life.  At this moment, seeing the second spring in front of me, I can finally understand what it means to write a book without coincidence.  Memories belong to lonely people. In fact, many times, trying to recall something will never bring any benefits except making you heartbroken.  But the girl I hadn¡¯t seen for many years just appeared before me alive. If I didn¡¯t have some memories, I would be very sorry to the audience.  Before talking about the second spring, I must first talk about my work experience.  To put it bluntly, I only met Erchun because of a job.  My work experience at that time can be described as miserable. I served plates and washed dishes in restaurants, counted signatures at Chuanchuan Incense, worked as a security guard in a hotel, and handed out leaflets on the street. I experienced such a series of rhyming  After working, the only thing that didn't rhyme and had anything to do with art was working as a carving apprentice for a few months.  There is no doubt that I have never accepted these jobs in my heart, and I have never thought that I would continue to do these jobs in my life. Unfortunately, conditions force me to do so. As a homeless person who has run away from home and is unemployed, you have to find someone to work with.  A way to support yourself.  During that period, I truly realized the importance of a diploma. Every time I went to a job fair, I had a strong sense of life. Any position that caught my eye, without exception, required a bachelor's degree or above.  In my heart, I longed to find a job that was more artistic, but in fact, the only jobs with the word "wen" that I was qualified for were clerks. When I thought I was condescending to apply for clerks, I found out that they were recruiting clerks.  They only recruit women.  The experience of applying for a job as a clerk destroyed my last trace of dignity. I deeply realized that if I want to survive, it does not depend on what job I want, but on which job is willing to accept me.  At that time, Yuanyuan also advised me to lower my attitude a little and make ends meet first, so I lowered my attitude to the lowest level and acted like I would follow whoever wants me.  Not only did I go to job fairs, but I also often wandered around the streets, paying attention to the job advertisements posted at the door of various shops on the street. I didn¡¯t know whether to say that the emperor paid off, or that fate was deliberately playing tricks on me. Anyway, I really found a job.  Very interesting advertisement.  It was a typing and copying shop. There was a piece of paper posted at the door that said: We are looking for a typist. He must have a high school degree or above and be able to write at least 60 words per minute.  I had tears in my eyes at that time, and I couldn¡¯t say anything else. It¡¯s you. This job is simply tailor-made for me.  I walked in excitedly, and the boss asked me to type on the spot. The interview went very well. My typing speed was pretty good, and I could type far more than 60 words a minute.  After that, he looked at my high school diploma and looked confused: "You are going to fake it to get yourself into college. What's the point of getting a high school diploma?" Probably because he felt that his personality was insulted, I told him.  Three words: "Your mother", and then walked away.  How difficult is it to find a job?  Ahhhhhh, how difficult is it?  So many ah ah ah ah ah ah, enough to imagine how crazy I was at that time.  Looking back on my mental state during that period, it deserves the word hysteria.  I often wonder, how low do I need to be before I can be used by others?  I still have a question, if you pretend to be a grandson for a long time, will you become a real grandson in the future?  When I was in my senior year of high school, I left school and went directly to a pheasant university that I could pay to attend. Logically speaking, I would not have a high school diploma. Later, my class teacher showed mercy and gave me a graduation certificate.  certificate.  There was a problem at that time. I was far away from home. My family found a photo of me without a hat when I was in the second grade of junior high school and handed it over to me. Therefore, there was a photo of me in the second grade of junior high school on my high school diploma.  At first glance, it does look like a fake certificate, but in fact it is the real thing.  That night I wanted to drink eight bottles of beer and get drunk on the street, but the economic situation at that time meant that I didn¡¯t even have the courage to buy eight bottles of beer. At that time, I could only buy a small bottle of Red Star Erguotou.  After taking a few sips, a very rebellious thought suddenly emerged, one that wanted to retaliate against the whole society: Since it is really regarded as a lie, will the lie become true?  I tore off my high school diploma. After tearing it off, it was not enough, so I lit it with a lighter. Watching the diploma turn into ashes, I felt like I was reborn from the ashes.  At that moment, I felt that I was no longer a purple dragon, but a phoenix Ikki.  ¡¤
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