Essay on the past events in the factory

I graduated in 1990 and was assigned to a military enterprise. When I entered the enterprise, I was faced with enterprise restructuring. Under the wise leadership of the factory director, the successfully transformed enterprises have successfully transitioned from military enterprises to civilian enterprises. During my eight years working in the factory, I was deeply impressed by my management style and humanistic feelings, which nourished my later career like spring rain.

Later, as an independent provincial marketing team, I had a good example and a warm psychological reserve. In the face of the intrigue of marketing personnel of other manufacturers in the market, when digging holes and setting traps, because of the warmth of these people in state-owned enterprises, their memories warmed me, gave me motivation and courage, and made me boldly move forward.

This memory is the spring of my life, and I will remember it all my life, which is enough to warm my career path.

First, my "monkey"

/kloc-in the summer of 0/990, under the arrangement of my uncle, I graduated from university and was directly assigned to a factory in the provincial capital. It was a hot summer. It rained heavily in Xianyang that summer vacation. After 30 minutes, the water in Yule Road is waist deep, and there are children rowing rafts in the street. I stood on the balcony of my uncle's house and watched the pedestrians downstairs carefully explore the road. The car was turned off by the water and lay on the road. There are all kinds of things that float easily in the water.

At dusk, the rain stopped. My uncle came home from work and arranged for his driver to take me to report for duty the next day. I insist on going by myself, and I don't want anyone to send me. My uncle said, "Nothing, it's all arranged. I'll take all my luggage at once tomorrow, so you don't have to run back and forth. "

On the day of registration, the weather was fine, and the moisture surged after the rain, and the clothes were sweaty. At that time, air conditioning was not popular. I remember when I went to the labor department of the factory, I wore that apple green dress and walked past the office on the first floor and the second floor. Nobody wears a skirt. The head of the labor department is an aunt Jin, who is in her fifties. She has some good feelings for me, which stems from her eighteen years in Hanzhong's military industrial enterprise and being treated well by Hanzhong people. She has an inexplicable affection for Hanzhong people. On the issue of my early employment, she showed her special care to some old comrades, and I was ignorant at that time.

I remember the first thing I did when I entered the factory was to accompany her to fill out the form, turn out the file of every employee in the factory, fill in the name, gender, date of birth and home address, and then apply for pension insurance and medical insurance in a unified way. It sounds simple, requires meticulous work and is boring. I stayed with her for nearly ten days.

I used to wear all kinds of skirts to "parade around" in the office building. I said this because I learned from a female colleague on the tenth day after work that in order to unify the management of the factory, it was actually to prevent the female workers in the workshop from complaining. Lesbians in the office building are not allowed to wear skirts in summer because of the synchronous management of workshops. Under this rule, I actually wore a skirt for ten days, and no one reminded me not to wear a skirt during this period. You can imagine how "out of place" I am as a young worker who just entered the unit. I wore pants to work the next day. As soon as I entered the office, I quickly asked Mr. Jin, "Oh, Mr. Jin, I didn't even know that lesbians in office buildings were not allowed to wear skirts." I broke the rules when I first came, and the influence was not good. "

Teacher Jin said, "That rule is unreasonable. It is the imbalance of women workers in the workshop. You can wear it if you want. The factory director has seen you wear it. If the factory director has any comments, he will immediately remind me that he once complained that it was boring to let the office building have no color at all and watch people from other units come. It is estimated that this rule will change when you come. " I was shocked to hear that. That summer, I didn't dare to wear skirts anymore.

The following spring, the rule that lesbians in the office were not allowed to wear skirts was abolished.

Second, the factory director

The director is a native of Hebei, a science student who graduated from Shanghai Jiaotong University. His surname is Z, and the specific graduation year and age are unknown. He was forty or fifty years old when I entered the factory. It is in the period of changing from planned economy to market economy and starting the market. I remember that year, the factory director appointed Y as the sales manager, changing the previous management mode. The sales department conducts independent accounting and improves the enthusiasm of sales staff according to the company's management mechanism. The factory implements the contract system of sales commission fee for the sales department and does not interfere with the expenses of the sales department. The detailed expenses of the sales department are no longer reported to the factory finance department. The sales staff were selected by manager Y among the college graduates assigned to the factory, and the sales department became a sales company.

Manager Y initiated the internal recruitment methods in the factory, including written examination, interview and merit-based admission. I'm not talking about manager y in this article. Manager y has been mentioned in the previous article about wine. In this article, I will focus on director Z, who appointed Y, a manager with marketing knowledge and courage, as the manager of the sales company. Appoint smart and capable K as the manager of the finance department; Appoint B, who is proficient in all aspects of production technology and process requirements, as the deputy director of production; Director Z has worked hard to build three management pillars. These three people cooperate tacitly, unite sincerely, complement each other's advantages, share resources and increase their turnover year by year. The institute also won several Spark Science and Technology Progress Awards and developed a patented product.

It seems that his old god is at leisure underground. He spoke at a meeting in the factory and went to the city to communicate with the leaders. In those years, the factory did a good job, and the city leaders often praised Director Z!

That year, the factory streamlined its organization and changed its concept. The factory has laid off some people who usually work together. At that time, the factory was so busy that no one thought they should be laid off. Those employees who usually go to work to play cards and knit sweaters and go home early to buy food and cook, jump up and down everywhere after being laid off and put pressure on the factory leaders.

Excited for a while, the factory director came up with a way to lay off people who usually cheat, convince them, and ask the masses who to cut. In the end, the first batch of "old campaigners" who usually sneak around, go to work to hide from leisure, steal to play cards, and don't work hard to beat the sheep skin drum were laid off. Then the laid-off and idle posts are laid off, and the overstaffed institutions are streamlined; Finally, lay off those employees whose knowledge is outdated and refuse to accept new knowledge and new ideas, which seriously hinder the development of enterprises;

After the successful completion of the first batch of laid-off workers, the second and third batches will be much easier. I often hear a sentence from laid-off workers: "If you don't stay here, you have to stay here." After they find a new job, they often hear something similar: "Alas, in the state-owned enterprises, they used to hold the idea of waiting, relying on and wanting, and mixed up! Now I know how to work hard and have it! "

On the first day after I joined the sales company, Director Z suddenly went to the sales company to cheer up the new sales staff. With that, he suddenly called my name and said, "Xiao Su, your husband is in the army, and no one was at home when you were on a business trip. Pay attention to the safety of doors and windows. "

I immediately replied, "Nothing, stealing from the rich and not looking at the poor in my small business." Everyone laughed.

The factory director said with a smile, "If you go to the sales company, you will soon be rich." Everyone laughed again, and then I was excited for many days.

Once I was having dinner with my uncle's family in a restaurant, and I happened to meet the factory director's family who also came to eat. After I introduced my uncle and the factory director, the factory director happily encouraged his daughter to take a photo with me. We hugged each other and took a picture. After a period of noon, when I came back from work and just entered the office, the old comrades of the sales company took out a photo and teased me and said, "Xiao Su, I can't see it. The water is deep. " You have such a good relationship with the factory director? The factory director respects you very much. He never let his daughter associate with people in the factory ... "I was depressed. Why did such a wise factory director give the photos to others? Make old employees jealous of me? I also talked to manager Y privately. Manager Y smiled and said, "Why don't you understand the director's mind? "He and I are bullish on you, support you to do a good job, he wants to ensure that you have a good trip! That is to pave the way for you, so that those old employees will not habitually give you bad things. "

The factory director stipulates that employees are not allowed to play cards or have fun during office hours. At that time, most customers came at three o'clock in the afternoon, and everyone was busy together. Occasionally, customers come after work, and the new employees of the sales company will still receive them after work, or rush back to the unit for reception to prepare goods and load cars for customers. The factory leaders appreciate the spirit of the employees of the sales company to do things well.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, there is nothing to do. Several young male employees are playing cards in the inner suite of the sales office. The factory director said something happily. Hearing the sound of playing cards in the suite, he knew how to manage the sales company, but he quietly quit the sales company for himself as the factory director. The male employees were deeply ashamed after learning about it, and the sales company collectively admired the director more.

Third, dumb.

When I say dumb, I mean my colleagues in state-owned enterprises. 1990 When I entered the factory, A Dai was at work. No one around knows where or how he came from. Judging from the fact that he pickled a jar of northeast sauerkraut in winter, nine times out of ten, he is a child in the "support third line" zone of Shenyang General Factory. He is responsible for cleaning the road from the factory gate to the fourth workshop. Almost everyone who goes to work in factories and workshops has to go through this section, which is the most difficult to keep clean.

A Dai was about forty years old, with big eyes, intelligence and understanding, of medium build, and often wore a blue frock that was washed white. I can't say anything but sigh, but when I make gestures, people can still understand him. A Dai is very smart, with a strong sense of responsibility, strong self-esteem, strong personality and good popularity.

I remember when I first entered the unit, our young colleagues were very naughty. On the way to the internship workshop, he threw something on the road. The mute immediately caught up with him and touched his arm, indicating that he was throwing something wrong. The naughty colleague threw another one on purpose, and the mute was so angry that he talked and jumped. I stared at his mouth and watched her mouth fly up and down. Except for a few words, all of them are modal particles of "uh-huh, ah ...". I watched him so excited that I always felt that he would suddenly speak the next moment. It is often said in books that dumb people will suddenly speak when they are in a hurry. In fact, dumb people never talk. Finally, the young colleague smiled and went back to pick up the two rubbish he threw, and the mute smiled with relief.

I heard that once, another unit's truck came in to handle affairs, and the driver played tricks and crushed a section of the roadside flower bed that the mute was responsible for. Looking at the gesture of the dumb in a hurry, the driver bullied the dumb, deliberately backed the car back and crushed it again. The dumb man who was insulted by his dignity grabbed the carriage board with both hands and hung it on the carriage. He followed the truck to the factory gate, and the mute immediately jumped down and made a gesture to the doorman. The doorman immediately understood that the car could not be put. The doorman immediately informed the security manager with the intercom, and the security manager arrived. When he saw the dumb gesturing angrily and anxiously, he followed the dumb to see it. The mute gestured to let him understand the driver's intention and crushed it twice. Very bad in nature. The security manager ruthlessly called the driver to see the scene, and the driver could only claim compensation, so it was solved. The security manager later learned from others: "You said that the dumb is invalid? The driver lost his money and he gave me a thumbs-up sign. I quickly gave him a thumbs up! He gave a silly smile.

Once the mute saw a young worker by the wall of the second door on his road, stopped his motorcycle and put his clothes on the toolbox in the back seat. The dumb man followed him curiously to see his toolbox. When young workers are nervous, they beat the dumb with a padlock and want to ride out the door. The dumb man was still chasing the young worker's motorcycle while covering his head. Just as the door of a door was closed, the dumb man rushed over and gestured, door after door. The dumb man ran over and pointed to his toolbox. The security guard made a routine inspection. As soon as he opened his clothes, he saw that the toolbox could not be closed. He crawled with a rubber belt to expose the aluminum piston in the factory. The security guard immediately reported to the factory. The young worker is responsible for seeing a doctor and writing a check-up for the dumb. He wrote about stealing aluminum pistons (scrap) in order to cast a thick pot for his family, and the factory confiscated his bonus for half a year. Only after reading the inspection at the workshop meeting did I know that mute is still a "hidden pile" in the factory! I don't know how many people gave up the idea of stealing aluminum piston waste and casting pots.

On another occasion, the mute observed a new trace of someone sliding down on the wall near the finished product warehouse, and quietly took the security manager to see it. The security manager temporarily decided to send more people to work quietly at night. He and two other people are responsible for guarding the night 12 to 4 o'clock. As a result, at two o'clock that night, I really caught a factory and two social youths. They went to the factory to steal the copper wire from the fifth workshop. That time, the child was caught red-handed and made people happy. In the past, the boy was found in the factory to sell the copper wire in the factory at the waste collection station, but his father was fierce and tried his best to defend himself. This kind of copper wire factory is also bought for use. It can't be proved that this boy's copper wire is from the factory, so the factory has to drop it. When he was arrested that night, the security department reported the police directly, and the child was later sentenced directly. His father is old, and he is no longer so arrogant to protect his calves. There are no more burglaries at night in the factory. After that incident, the mute became the hero of the factory. It has become a model of dedication to the factory, and many people like and admire the dumb more.

A dumb daughter-in-law is also dumb. There are only two dumb couples in the factory. Generally, people only say that male Sargam is dumb to distinguish it. Nobody calls their names, and I never know their names. At that time, I was as busy as a bee, receiving an endless stream of customers and increasing sales for the factory. I am too busy all day to take care of other things.

I heard that female mute is quite different. She is responsible for sending the locksmith process in the second workshop to the next process and completing the handover with the process sheet. The next operation group is counted according to the operation order. For such a simple job, the female mute often complains about others, causing some disharmony. Male dumb people will come forward to make peace with customers, and customers who look at reasonable male dumb people will often muddle along. No one can argue with the dumb, can they? In addition, there is a good man's kindness, male mute.

About 1994, I heard that the dumb son was admitted to a famous university. That year, there were many naughty children. Only two children were admitted to the university, and the dumb children got the best test. Everyone admires the mute invisibly.

In the past few years, the liquefied gas used by employees was pulled back from Changqing Petroleum in the factory. Collect employees' empty liquefied gas cylinders every month, at least two liquefied gas cylinders for each household, and then send several large trucks to Changqing to pull gas.

Later, there was a gas station in the city, and the factory didn't care if employees refueled. A Dai gave full play to his advantages of hard work and good popularity. The factory bought him a tricycle to support A Dai to refuel the employees, and everyone was willing to pay three yuan for a can of freight.

Finding a dumb refueling program is simple. You just need to put the gas tank at the door, and then find a mute and tell him how many kilograms you want to pack. The gas price will go with the market and come back for unified settlement. You can also entrust a dumb person to dump the dregs in the bottle and he will handle it.

Once I left the liquefied gas bottle outside the door at noon, so I went to the factory to find the mute and told him that I wanted to refuel. The bottle is outside the door. After listening, he stretched out his finger and made an OK shape. I went to work in a sales company. It rained before work at night. I went home to see the door. The liquefied gas didn't come back. As soon as I opened the door, I heard the sound of moving liquefied gas bottles on the stairs. I hurried out to see that the dumb man came up wet. He put the liquefied gas bottle into the kitchen and gave me time to screw the joint. I hurried to my room and got him a new towel. He showed me that he was caught in a heavy rain on the road, sheltered from the rain downstairs and came back late. He waved his hand again and again, refused to pick up the towel I handed him, and quickly wiped his face and head with his sleeve. I drank 12 kg of gas, the gas price was 6.5 yuan Li 1 kg, and the gas fee and freight were reasonable at 8 1 yuan. I gave him 100 yuan to signal him to stop looking and tell him to go home quickly. He took a serious look at me at once, rummaged in his clothes and trousers pocket, found fifteen yuan, put it on the handrail of the fourth floor stairs for me, and hurried away.

I watched him go downstairs, and at that moment I suddenly admired the mute. No wonder he raised such an excellent son! Let him breathe many times, and he has never been unhappy. Later, I heard that the dumb son graduated from college, so that his father wouldn't bother breathing again. As soon as he heard this, he raised a good son.

Changed to Lao Wang, a man who is not stupid. From time to time, I heard from relatives' hospitals that Lao Wang was not angry enough. I don't have the energy to review these things, and I don't know if they are true or not. But Lao Wang complains a lot, which annoys me.

Dumb is a very ordinary disabled person, but this mute subverts my usual understanding of the disabled and sympathizes with the weak and the poor. He even "wrote" a capital word "person" and stood upright. After many years, I don't remember many colleagues I haven't had much contact with, but I remember A Dai. To my shame, I don't even know his name now. I remember his earnest look and smart eyes.

I remember that during the time when I was pulling liquefied gas for employees to earn freight, the mute often had to leave his post early in the afternoon. Can such a wise factory director not know? In those years, it was difficult for the dumb to earn wages and freight for his son to graduate from college.

I think this factory director, who is in his twilight years, will laugh when he recalls his compassion in those days.