It’s the end of the year, and there are some things I need to get off my chest.
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This post was last edited by jjyyjsw on 2016-12-16 at 16:54. Previous: Me. . . . If you occasionally see me in forums related to coal chemical industry. I’d like to share my work experience over the past few years with everyone. It feels like it’s rotting inside me; as I get older, I can’t remember many things from the past. It needs to be recalled slowly. I graduated in 2007, and it happened to be the time when the company started a new project and came to our school to recruit staff. It is said that the people being recruited at that time did not intend to work at our school, as it had little reputation and its programs were not considered very good. But the person in charge of recruitment went there because they were familiar with the school teachers. There was a popular saying at that time: you would lose your job as soon as you graduated. A community college student majoring in computer science has very bleak prospects. The teacher also comforted us, saying that the school would help you. It was only later that I found out the school had cooperative relationships with electronics factories in Dongguan and other places; it was said to be for some practical training or something. Just before the company’s recruitment drive, a recruitment video was shown in the lecture hall at our school; after watching it. My whole body was “boiling with beastly blood”. Please forgive me for describing it this way. I feel like this company was created just for me. Then my mind keeps fantasizing. To save time, the recruiters asked three questions in advance, and then people went in one after another to answer them. The deepest question for me is: Why do you want to work now? I answered quite directly: my parents raised me and supported my education; I need to work to earn money so that I can repay them and be grateful to them. Though there are some differences, it’s still what’s in my heart. There were over 20 applicants in our team back then, and I was the one who got chosen. I was incredibly excited. As soon as I found out the result, I called my neighbors at home and asked my parents to answer the phone. I found a job. I’ll go after the New Year. There were no mobile phones at home at that time. This can be considered a turning point in my life as well. After learning the result, his girlfriend must have been happy too; they chatted by a small grove. As I spoke, I started crying; I don’t know why, just an inexplicable sadness. I was so stupid back then; just because of a job that wasn’t even clear yet, we ended up breaking up. As for my girlfriend, no need to go into details; I’ll just mention it briefly.
Graduated in 2007 – I dare to call myself old. . . :L @Fish in the Desert @zdl1966 @B0SS There’s a saying online: if you marry a year later, your wife will be available to others for an extra year. Stay calm, let yourself express the displeasure in your heart to some extent – the sun will rise again tomorrow as usual.
I didn’t hear anyone say it’s old! 10 years is not short either
As I get older, I can’t remember many things from the past. It needs to be recalled slowly.
There is a trade-off; it’s impossible to take care of everything at once.
Last time we recalled: after graduating and starting to look for a job. I went back home and spent the New Year there; I never thought it would be this enjoyable to celebrate the New Year at home. I never thought that spending the New Year at home would be something I could no longer do in the ten years since I started working. I left right after the Spring Festival at home; I remember it very clearly. Because something really annoying and somewhat troublesome happened—something that shouldn’t have happened and which I still can’t forget. I was shocked when I tried to buy a train ticket by train from home. I won’t mention the exact location. First, I traveled from the county town to Changchun; there were no tickets available from Changchun to my destination. Only Xi’an can be purchased. Then buy it from Xi’an to Chongqing. Then from Chongqing to the current location. It’s even harder than Tang Seng’s journey to obtain the scriptures. The story takes place on a train from Changchun to Xi’an and in a hotel near the train station in Xi’an.
I actually managed to buy a train ticket from Changchun to Xi’an during the Spring Festival travel rush. It’s right at the front of the car. Those who often take trains should remember that there are types where 2 seats face each other with 3 seats on the other side. I happened to get a seat in the middle of the 3-seater. When passing through Jinzhou, a pretty girl got on the bus; I found out later that she was a student going to a school in Xi’an to study (I’m also a student, with half a year left before graduation) in order to pursue her studies. I really didn’t know that you could get car sick while on a train until I met her. Only then did I realize that some people get carsick on trains, and stay sick the whole way. For the sake of convenience, let’s call her B. B is a student, went out by themselves, and is also prone to car sickness; the craziest thing is that they sat in front of me with their hands buried in their face. She might really be very dizzy. Unbeknownst to me, my hand actually touched hers. Then, again and again. I admit it was really her who touched me first, and it was unintentional; she just suffers from severe motion sickness. What happened next was that I held her hand tightly with both of my hands; although she tried to pull her hand away, she didn’t have as much strength as me. And that’s how we made our way all the way to Xi’an. Everyone on the train had gotten off, and only the two of us were left. She can no longer walk. Nauseous and vomiting. There was no other way; I helped her carry her bag and supported her as she got out of the car. After getting off the train, she stood on the platform for a long time; after recovering a bit, she was finally able to walk normally again. I asked her where she was going; I said I was leaving. But it seems she’s not able to take a vehicle yet; only after finding out did I realize that her school is not in Xi’an, but rather some distance away from it. I won’t make the train. I just accompanied her out of the station and bought her motion sickness medicine there. I think you should take motion sickness medication before getting on the bus; I’m not sure why I bought it only after leaving the platform. While resting beside the city wall, the two of us started talking. I said it was my first time trying to be rude, and it was a rather failed attempt. I still need to take care of you after getting out of the car. . . . . . . I bought a ticket for the next day. I just said I was leaving tomorrow and needed to find a place to stay. What about you? She can’t leave either. At that moment, an aunt in a uniform with a name tag around her neck asked if the young man was staying at the hotel Our store is clean and tidy, with *Mens bed frames, and they’re cheap too. In a daze, I took her to the hotel. Only when I arrived there did I realize that the TVs were color TVs and couldn’t be watched, that the beds were designed for one person only and it was best not to turn over, and that the room next to it was separated by just a partition. That environment……it’s impossible to describe, but it’s cheap. I even forgot how we ended up in bed together. Please don’t go making up things; it was just sleeping, nothing more.
This girl called me later and also sent me messages. I even forgot how to reply to her. And that’s how we lost touch. Once again, I remind all ladies who are out and about: safety comes first.
It’s a somewhat long, conversational recollection. No water, no additives.
It was only when I was on the train from Xi’an to Chongqing that I realized trains could pass through so many tunnels. After getting off the train, I immediately took a bus, which was another 3 or 4 hours. There were no surprises upon arriving at the final destination; it just seemed a bit shabby. The bus station at the destination is extremely dilapidated. But thankfully, there were people to pick me up at the station. Everyone took the bus to the dormitory together. Because at that time there was only the dormitory, and the site was still in the planning stage so they wouldn’t let us go there. There are about 300 people, not an exact count. In a large meeting room next to the dormitory, the manager in the front acted as if selecting livestock: those on the left were sent to XX to learn *, while those on the right were sent to XXXX to learn *. Fate was once again gently rewritten.
Our group of beasts was separated like that. Regardless of gender, education level, or major. We arrived at our actual destination, a city located along the Yangtze River. It was my first time on a ship for a day and night; it was quite enjoyable. This place of study is the most bothersome place for me, and it’s also where I experience schizophrenia. It can be summarized in four words: love, hate, passion, and sorrow!