It was the beginning of 1998. I just graduated from junior high school and had nothing to do at home, so I went to Beijing with my neighbors who worked in Beijing.

I just walked out of the campus, and I am still a teenager. I don't know much about this society, and I only have a vague novelty and envy of big cities. But the next days let me really appreciate the hardships of working and going out.

I had to find a job first, so I started wandering around the streets, searching for job advertisements in front of companies and restaurants, and went to various labor markets in the city, hoping to find a job that I could do.

I've been running around for a few days, which makes my mind clear. At present, all the recruits are highly educated, and the general condition is that college students have too low academic qualifications and shallow knowledge. Secondly, there is no practical technology that can be used. When I saw that even a handyman's job was contested by dozens of people, I really understood the cruelty of competition.

I remember that once in the labor market of Yuetan Park, a restaurant asked waiters to speak a foreign language. I learned some English in junior high school, and I was confident that my simple spoken English could cope. The recruiter asked me to introduce myself in English first, but after I said my name and age, I couldn't say anything further. My face was flushed, and my heart was pounding like a small drum, but the more nervous I was, the more I couldn't say it, and finally I had to squeeze out the crowd.

my heart was deeply hurt and I felt ashamed. I only hate that I didn't learn knowledge well at school, so I have today's embarrassing scene. Until this moment, I really realized the feeling that "I hate less when I use books."

ten days later, I was lucky enough to find a job. The owner of a food city asked me to learn roast duck from a chef in the store. There are fifteen or sixteen employees in the hotel. Only one pastry chef in his thirties called "Big Sister" and I are from Hebei. I have rarely done anything in the kitchen before. When I first arrived, I couldn't even shred cucumbers. I had to learn everything from scratch. Everyone else, big or small, has an art with him, and only I have become the object of ridicule. Washing dishes and choosing vegetables every day, you have to rush to do the dirty work. Who told you that you have no skills? Everyone has a large group of fellow villagers to talk about and play with. I am alone, and only unbearable loneliness accompanies me. The roast duck master kept away from me like a thief every day. Later, even the only fellow villager, "Big Sister", began to sneer at me because she didn't like my clumsiness.

I am so depressed and sad that I have left my hometown and been besieged on all sides. At this time, a little girl from Henan, a waiter named Xiao Deng, comforted me. She said that she believed that I could eat the roast duck cooked by myself in the near future, and it was more delicious than the roast duck chef's roast now. At that moment, I shed tears, and there was a warm current in my cold heart, with joy and gratitude.

although I was dismissed after half a month because of the poor efficiency of the hotel. A few days later, I went back to my hometown because the job was really hard to find, but the experience of working this time made me unforgettable.

I know that a person must have real talent and practical learning in order to have a foothold. At the same time, I also appreciate how precious friendship is in trouble, and how important it is for people to care for and love each other.

Thanks for this part-time job experience, which taught me the most precious and important lesson in my life.