Thought of an article after hearing about Huawei employees working overtime

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This article is reposted from the internet. 　　Looking back, it was perhaps fate’s blessing for me; at the job fair held by the school in my graduation year, I managed to get hired without any difficulties by that company which I had dreamed of since my sophomore year, believing that it was the only company for me. And from that moment on, my life too became like a quiet stream that suddenly merges into a rushing river, changing from peaceful and comfortable to colorful. The company is very large, with nearly 10,000 employees, all of whom look like modern white-collar workers. The company is also very wealthy; almost all of its equipment is the latest and most expensive models. Back then, I was sitting in the classroom for the new employee training, experiencing all of this, and to be honest, I felt a bit proud of myself; it seemed as though I had indeed become part of the elite of society. Looking back, it’s so childish and ridiculous. 　　　　 　　Time always passes especially fast in a busy life. It is only when I look back while busy with my tasks that I suddenly realize three years have rushed by. The images that time has left in my mind are the red-faced faces around the drinking tables, the pages of contracts, and also the moments of reluctance when saying goodbye to my family. Of course, if put that way purely, it also seems a bit one-sided. There is another important issue that must be mentioned; it is also partly due to this issue that I find myself in such confusion three years later, and that is the company’s salary structure. Due to the competition for talent in its industry, and of course also thanks to the wise policies of the boss, :) the company is very thorough when it comes to treating its employees. Back then, we poor students who had just graduated from school (at the undergraduate level) could earn over 4k per month, a sum that felt quite substantial to us – those who just yesterday were standing outside the school’s gates at street stalls, wondering if we had enough money to buy one more beer. And three years later, although it’s not uncommon, I believe a basic salary of over 10,000 per month is also something that not every company can offer. It is easy to imagine how proud a young person in their 20s must feel, holding what they consider to be a high salary and staying at five-star hotels whenever they go out; yet behind this seemingly glorious exterior lies a certain arrogance born of ignorance, along with a lack of maturity. 　　　　 　　During this time, I have often asked myself a question: “How do you really want to spend the second half of your life?” ”And every time I find it hard to answer, one thought becomes increasingly clear: \"This life is by no means my place.\" Thus, in order to identify the direction of my life again before I became completely numb, I had to conduct a painful self-analysis. Yes, by the company’s standards, and in the eyes of most people, I am successful. In just 3 years, I have grown from a newcomer who didn’t even know how to fill out a contract to a department manager who leads 7 subordinates and generates over 100 million in sales for the company each year. But what does all this tell us? I know full well that over the past 3 years, in order to complete my tasks, I have been working overtime almost every night; for me, Saturdays and Sundays are merely a synonym for internal meetings in my schedule ； Holidays are a good time to review work. Tired, but I’m not afraid ； But I almost lost myself by accident. 　　　　 　　It was a summer, and as usual, with thoughts of the company’s projects in mind and my luggage in hand, I went to a hotel lobby to check in. The friendly voice of a waiter reached my ears, \"Sir, what is your English name?\" ”“I’m sorry, I don’t have one. Is an English name required to stay at a hotel in China? ”I replied impatiently. A hint of embarrassment appeared on the waiter’s face, but he continued, “Sir, I’m sorry, but we must fill this out. Shall I write down your name in pinyin instead?” ”“Whatever.” Next, I quickly got the room key and checked into the room. Tired, I lay in bed, and the previous conversation came to mind inadvertently: “Sir, what is your English name?” ”Yeah, I passed the CET-6 back in my sophomore year; it’s been almost 5 years since I’ve touched an English textbook. I turned on the TV and switched to the English channel; all I could see were the lips of the people on the screen moving constantly, but I couldn’t understand a single word of what they were saying. 　　　　 　　Is this who I am now? Besides those things related to the company, what else can I do? I began to gradually understand those old employees who I used to look down on. There was a time when they, just like me, had great enthusiasm and high fighting spirit. But time is relentless; once their energy is drained by one project after another and their youth is wasted on endless nights, what can they do? Without the company, they won’t know how to do anything, and they certainly can’t give up those high salaries they receive each month ； Remaining at the company, waves of new employees kept coming in, challenging their positions; with their youthful minds and strong bodies, they proved to the company that they were more valuable. 　　　　 　　Everyone says this is the cruelty of society, in line with the natural law of survival of the fittest. That’s good, but what if the company goes bankrupt one day? Or maybe they fell while climbing up? Who will feel sympathy for me, who is busy with work every day and neglects studying? I think, aside from my family, there shouldn’t be anyone else. 　　　　 　　I’m glad that I had a good starting point at the beginning of my career. I’m also thankful that three years of full-time work allowed me to gain considerable work experience quickly, as well as to develop a strong ability to handle pressure. But now I want to do something for myself, not for some grand goal of improving myself, but just to ensure a better future for myself, so as not to end up like an ant drowned in a jar of sugar.