She is shy and sits opposite my desk. Long, straight black hair covers her face. She often wears a white shirt, sits upright at her desk and reads with her head down all day. Come into the office and say hello to everyone, and then say hello after work. The sound is very light and looks like a book.
This bookishness is actually the most unpopular one in this company. A woman who can eat well is hearty, atmospheric and funny, plus she is beautiful and has a good figure, which makes her schoolbag very bookish. Who cares about trading companies that fight for money every day?
So she lived alone for a long time. T, who is in charge of writing, chatted with me and said that it was no good for her to write something. It seems that she graduated from the Chinese Department of the University, but this is the foundation.
That's when I have nothing to do. It is also a waste of time to come to the office every day. When I heard T say this, I paid attention to her, because at that time I knew that the evaluation of a person was often subjective. When I have doubts in my heart, I will only become more and more skeptical, which seems to have little to do with my ability.
So one day we chatted in the boiling water room. When asked about writing, she was troubled by her colleagues' unclear explanations. When she said this, she quickly said warily, hehe, maybe I didn't understand it myself. I always lag behind other people's thinking.
At first, the information given by others was insufficient, and she was embarrassed to ask more questions. What she wrote was naturally the opposite. After several times, T stopped arranging her to do things. Her internship is a little ruined.
At this time, no one came to change her position and try again. She is still sitting quietly at the table reading.
I was bored and asked her, what book are you reading?
Gently picked up the book case and shook it at me, an ancient China.
What's the use of reading it? Who is watching this now?
She smiled calmly: my family wants me to find a job quickly, so I don't have to bear the living expenses; But I want to take the postgraduate entrance examination myself. I like ancient Chinese and rhetoric, and I want to take the exam this year.
This woman is also honest.
She thought for a moment, then whispered warily, I don't know why they didn't arrange for me to do things. Am I terrible? What do you suggest I do?
I wanted to ask myself these questions at that time, so I couldn't answer her. I can only comfort her that it's nothing. Maybe they have nothing to do. If you have something to do, do it well. If nothing happens, it is ok to read books to improve your study.
This tone is very much like a senior employee.
In August, an urgent job was suddenly added to my head, and I needed to produce several things a week. It seems to be a thankless job, and others have pushed it. The leader remembered me, called me to the office and reprimanded me. Do this yourself, don't ask me, just ask T if you don't understand.
At that time, I came out confused and knew in my heart that T might not want to help. After thinking about it, I can only ask T. Sure enough, he is playing coloratura, taking photos, interviewing, writing and typesetting, which are all very difficult, so I can only do it myself. I said it again and again, contacted me for typesetting, and sent a photographer, which was very helpful. At that time, I knew that he could still do this and really helped me.
So I walked out of the office, gritted my teeth and thought, even if I am alone, I will do it well. I still can't believe that such a small job stumbles me!
Suddenly, I feel like a newly graduated female student, running back and forth between the typesetting workshop and the office in Dai Yue. Only I know the hardships.
After the layout is determined, you need to run several interviews at the same time the next day, and you really can't run alone. Sitting at a desk is worrying. She held out her hand. What are you up to? what can I do for you?
Still shy. At that moment, I flew out of the sky without hesitation, so I told her my difficulties. Of course, I didn't mention the entanglement of personnel, just talking about things. She said cautiously and happily, it's okay. I'll go with you. Better have one more person.
So in the next few days, she followed me wholeheartedly, and finally those copywriters were no longer a one-person battle. She is a student sister, and her writing always sounds like a student. Inevitably, I have to make some deletions, explain to her, nod quietly while listening, and carefully correct it in red letters. Later, I said sympathetically, you don't have to feel anything to say. I was originally an intern, so I changed it. She actually regarded helping me as an internship she won herself. I was really touched at that time.
Later, every copy was signed with her name. Even so, I want something in return-I can't care about the rest, and this small signature should be ok.
This week has passed, and I'm still watching the proofing in the middle of the night 1, and I'm angry with her because she saved the wrong file. After I proved it, I also rushed to the hotel to show it to the leaders. I can't elaborate on all kinds of hardships.
Later, her copy was used by another department of the company and sent to 200 yuan Runge one day. It happened that she was not here, and when I handed it to her later, it was inevitable that I would be encouraged and praised by an old worker-it was very easy, compared with writing and proofreading. It was normal for me, but it was a big surprise for her: really? Really? Great!
After a cold reception, an intern got a chance to do something and then got a reward. The joy is beyond words.
The value of this 200 yuan exceeds many things.
Later, those copywriters with her name were presented by her as internship results. Half a year later, she finished her internship and took the postgraduate entrance examination. I fell into the rush of doing things and the loss of having nothing to do, and seemed to forget her existence.
On the morning of May 1, I got a call from her. Tell me loudly over there, sister, I have been admitted to graduate school!
I was going to invite my friends home for dinner in the afternoon, but my heart was full of recipes and sauces and vinegar tea. Hearing this news seems to come from the last century.
Congratulations to her politely. But she didn't hear it. A case happily talked about his major, next plan and ideal. I mentioned it several times. You said that. . . . You said that. . . You said that. . .
Really can't imagine that I have said such inspirational words? Especially when you are so depressed? Did you tell her?
I can't say it. Sorry, I forgot. When did I say that? -maybe it was one night in August last year when she was waiting with her in the computer room to see the details, or maybe she and I were immersed in reading and chatting occasionally;
I can't say that in reality, inspirational words are just whistling in the dark to cheer myself up;
I'm afraid to say, hehe, you know? After half a year, I no longer think so. . .
After all, from her voice, I know that she still believes in ideals, goals, dreams and the pursuit of value, so continue to believe!
Didn't you tell yourself what you said to her on a bad day?
It just sounds, like. . Very bookish!
I have always had this sour bookish spirit on me, and I tried to get rid of it, and finally I couldn't erase it like a knife!
Inevitably, I encouraged her on the phone: find a way that suits you, don't be afraid of difficulties, and keep going!
Contact me often! Finally, I said. Just like a person who is used to falling into a dry well for a long time, yelling at people who have come up. She has a future, lofty sentiments, plans, actions, and-bookish.
She said that she would become a teacher after graduation. She also said that she likes classical Chinese and rhetoric, and I am definitely suitable to be a teacher.
As far as I can remember, she had a thin and shy face in Pingping Zhang. Her skin is not white. She wore a thick ponytail at the back of her head, a white shirt and jeans, and sat straight across from my desk, reading silently. No matter how people around her make fun of her with their eyes, she is snickering at the one she threw into the trash can and doesn't like her untimely bookishness. Her silence masked these thoughts, although sometimes she felt insulted.
Later, it occurred to me that if I had a word or two to give her confidence when she was most frustrated, now she actually gave me confidence.
This is the confidence to keep bookish in a seemingly vulgar environment, and it is also the confidence of similar people to meet in a strange place.
Anyway, girl, good luck!