Talking about work and life

The first day of May is Labor Day, which should be a happy day, but I am not happy. After a day of rain, my eyes are wet, and my eyes are only in front of me. Twelve hours of a class are basically spent in a small duty room. Prison is more or less like this.

The temperature has dropped by ten degrees, and the autumn trousers are still there. In the afternoon, my hands feel very cold. I remember going to Lhasa that year, and Huicheng wore short-sleeved shorts at the end of March. I came back in early April and lived in Wuhan, Xi. The weather is as hot as summer. Who knew it was May, and it was still so cold in Huicheng, South China. Even if I have been here for more than ten years, I think it is new. Often in this weather, I feel inexplicably depressed and think of the past. However, if you think about it carefully, it's only bits and pieces. Even in the last three to five years, I can't spell a complete picture of the years. Is it a bad memory? The past years have become fragments of memories, stored in an abandoned hut, piled up in the east and piled up in the west, staggered and messy, without a clue. Just by chance, a fragment of it, like a wisp of smoke, floated into my heart. But anyway, most of them are unpleasant dark clouds.

Back to the dormitory after work, my roommate Xiao Huang resigned and left, and the bed was empty. The small dormitory suddenly became empty. I feel abandoned, just like the disappointment of my beloved after leaving, and a sense of loneliness and loss fills the whole room.

Maybe it's a little strange. How I wish I could live alone in the dormitory. When Xiao Huang left and the dormitory belonged to me alone, I felt this way? Actually, it's because Xiao Huang gets along well and is young and simple. I fear and hate greasy middle-aged people my age. Second, the habit of getting along. Accustomed to two people sharing a dormitory, one person is not practical. Besides, I don't know what kind of new people will appear next.

Xiao Huang left a little suddenly. On the last day, he came to his post in a semi-free state. I told him, why didn't you tell me about your resignation? Resignation is normal and generous. Xiao Huang may be a person who doesn't like to express himself very much. Just like I asked him why he resigned. He said he was tired. Twelve hours a day, after a break, I sleep in the dormitory and play with my mobile phone, and never go back to see my family (Xiao Huang is a local). This kind of fatigue is accumulated bit by bit. Listen to the meaning of his words, a little unbearable, just didn't show it.

A little relieved, or a little moved, is that Huang Xiaolin gave me two books when he left. Although these two books are not my favorite reading type. There is also a kettle for me. These two books are neatly stacked on the counter beside my bed. The kettle is beside the book. This kettle was later bought by Xiao Huang. He brought one before. It was a cylindrical glass kettle with a detachable lid. I mop the dormitory floor from time to time. Once, I accidentally knocked over the bedside table beside Xiao Huang's bed in a hurry, and everything on the table rolled down, including the glass kettle. As you can imagine, the glass kettle is broken. I called him and told him. He said that he accidentally knocked it off the floor and broke it. I said I'd pay you one. Xiao Huang said forget it, don't pay. To show modesty, I gave him a thermos cup as compensation for his birthday. Actually, it's a bit of a lie, and I don't want to spend money to buy new compensation for him, hehe. Of course, if he asks for compensation, I will pay for it. So I made it up for him according to his meaning. He accepted. The glass kettle is gone, and now Xiao Huang has bought a plastic kettle for twenty or thirty dollars. Which one is left for me, the pot in front of me.

Sending these two things to me makes me feel that Xiao Huang is not a thick-skinned person. I mean, he probably thinks I'm okay. Otherwise, I won't stay and see me off. I also feel a sense of relief from his actions.

To be honest, this job is really boring. Does the long-term shortage of staff mean that everyone doesn't like to do this industry now? Xiao Huang asked me if I was not tired, why I was still doing it, and when? This is very simple, the age is here, I don't do it, where does the economic source come from? Even if you don't work as a security guard, you need to do other work. What else do you do? Helpless choice. If I'm still Huang's age and I'm in my twenties, I'll leave if I don't want to do it.

Talk to a takeaway today. I said I don't want to do it. I will go with him to deliver the goods. He said that you are doing well and your income is stable. I said suffer indignities. He doesn't understand: you have been doing it for more than a year, and everyone is familiar with it. Are you still suffering? Ah, you're not in this business, you don't know. What others see is that we are relaxed. He told me to have a rest, try it first and get to know each other. what do you think?

I made up my mind. In another year, this time next year at the latest, I won't do this job. First, I feel that I can't get on. There is no hope for a short time. I am also disappointed in the company, and there is no year-end bonus. What a nice bird. Second, the work itself suffers indignities. Staying up late is also afraid of getting hurt.

Take today as an example, the tone of calling the door is like calling the son, and there is no one in the eyes. I really can't accept the lack of respect. I wonder what kind of mentality these people have. It's still an old concept I thought I paid the property fee, so the security guard should open the door. I thought you were sitting there opening the door, watchdog. Discrimination, conceit. In addition to ideas, there is also the problem of literacy. Bad masters, men, women and children. Parents are polite and children are polite. On the contrary, parents are arrogant and children follow suit.

Open the door. No problem. We are not lazy. What we want is a minimum of respect.

If you don't respect people, why should I respect you?

Maybe you should advise us not to worry about it. Honestly, I can't do it. A look, a face, that look, it's fucking disgusting. The owner here, I am completely disappointed. Most of them are.

Although, I was moved by a few friendly owners.

However, this does not change my view of the whole. I wonder why the owner here treats us like this. This is a common phenomenon. It is caused by the big environment. For example, 90% of the owners in Community A give out red envelopes during the Spring Festival, and this community 10% is not bad. I don't care about money. The facts speak for themselves. Everyone's attitude towards security is like this. They don't feel anything wrong, but take it for granted. As a result, the security guards refused to accept it, and they were ambivalent and slack in their work, forming a bad cycle.

Yesterday, an elderly owner brought back a child who went to primary school. The old man shouted to open the door. The child said, Grandpa, don't you have a card in your bag? That grandpa probably felt embarrassed after listening to it, so he took out his card and swiped it. Being a family, the difference is so great that people are ridiculous. It is not obvious that grandfathers who have lived for sixty or seventy years are not as good as teenagers. What the child thinks is that he has a card, takes it with him and takes the initiative to brush it. Grandpa has been through a lot. As a car owner, he wants our security guard to drive for him. I want to say that this mentality is not desirable and unhealthy. Do you agree?

Those who are impolite to ask to open the door have the same mentality as this grandfather. It's just that grandpa's tone of calling to open the door is calm. Most of them have cards, which they carry with them, just for you. In fact, even if the owner takes the initiative to swipe the card, is it exhausted?

I don't mean not to open it, not to make it easy. Mainly in the attitude of calling the door. Why is it superior to others? People who are truly literate and capable and truly understand what a person is are not like this. I deeply despise such people. He doesn't deserve my service. Yes, you don't deserve it.

Such things happen every day and become daily work. Although full of anger, but can't vent. Have to bear it. Even if we have done nothing wrong, we are just. Once we quarrel with the owner, we are all in a passive position. Because, the property, the leadership will not be towards security, but will only sacrifice us and wronged the owners.

This is also the difference between the front line and the leadership. First-line suffer indignities, endure and digest by yourself. Can't stand it, can't do it, you go, no one won't let you go. If you leave, someone else will come.

Property is afraid to resign easily for employees of a certain age. We are angry at both ends.

Our colleagues, as a group, are also not United. Contradictions are often caused by little things at work. The reason for disunity is that everyone is fighting for themselves and everyone is calculating. I describe our group as a rabble group. I beg to differ.

I said I had no friends. Ask me if you have friends. Where are your colleagues? I don't make friends with colleagues. Colleagues are friends, so it is inevitable to talk about work. I hate talking about work after work. What's so funny about this job? Pulling it around is just a matter of right and wrong. Besides, it's hard to meet the right person. If you treat a colleague as a friend and say something casually, it will spread to the ears of leaders or other colleagues. This is unintentional, but it will bring trouble in vain. You're barking up the wrong tree

Doesn't mean that all colleagues can't be friends. Meet the right person. Did I choose it? Think about it, not really.

I wrote about a colleague of Tang's last month. He is so different, and he has done deviant things himself. He asked for eight hours. It is said that the labor law stipulates eight hours, and overtime needs my consent. That's right. But we have been working for 12 hours, and everyone openly acquiesced. Not only this property, but also Huicheng. Someone also asked me, is four hours outside of eight hours overtime? I said, overtime. However, the wool is on the sheep. The total amount is just that much, and the calculations are all the same. Overtime is only superficially in line with the labor law.

So I didn't arrange a job for this colleague, and my colleague Tang didn't resign, so I still eat and live. The company side also followed him, deadlocked for nearly a month.

I really want to talk to the leader about it. It is irresponsible for the company not to show its attitude and implement measures, so that colleagues in Tang are wasting away like this, not to mention dismissal or letting go of compensation. A company must have some loopholes or violations. So, is it a boat?

Colleague Tang is not in a hurry, anyway, there is no retreat, no home and no job, so take early retirement and so on. Speaking of him, he mentioned the eight-year war of resistance. Ha ha. If it were you and me, who would stay here? Unhappy, long gone.

Colleague Tang has his own reasons. But the attitude of the company makes me complain. Personal appointment, of course. In my opinion, the company's attitude and practice towards Tang's colleagues is the attitude and practice towards us. The rabbit died in sorrow.

But almost all colleagues are on the company's side, and Tang's colleagues are not pleasing to the eye and are regarded as heterogeneous. This is something I don't understand and I am deeply depressed. Is it because I see things differently? Do I have any insight and foresight? Anyway, I insist.

My colleague Tang finally left at the end of last month and completely disappeared from our lives. I heard that I was transferred to the original supervisor's project work. I wanted to ask the original supervisor on WeChat. However, I didn't ask in the end. Last time WeChat asked him a question, there was no reply. For those who don't reply, no matter who they are, I'm welcome and won't come to you again. In this world, who can't live without who?

So don't make friends with me easily. Unless, you think, you can stand people like me for a long time.

I often seem to be in a bad mood. At this point, what is dismissive for me, what I have done, think about it, or write it. Talk to yourself and calm down. The last straw, chicken feathers everywhere. Here we are. It's all gone.

And put up with things that are not very principled.

At the end of my work, I thought, instead of this, I might as well read a poem. Reading a good poem can really change your mood. In this way, I read the following poem again and still like it.

"Thinking about Xin in Nanting in Summer" is awesome

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.