His Royal Highness the Cat

I have hated this job for a long time.

In the eyes of outsiders, the "iron rice bowl" is guaranteed, decent and stable.

In my heart, it is a cage of bondage.

for example.

When I counted the personnel information of the unit, an old leader retired, and the ID numbers of the two generations of the old leader were different when going through the retirement procedures.

In my computer is the latest personal information of the old leader, and the department next door is from a long time ago.

Because the department next door has not finished sorting out the insurance information of the old leader, the work has been postponed again and again.

One day, the big leader asked about this, and the department next door said that because my computer information was incorrect, the work could not be carried out.

The big leader took me for questioning.

I said, I don't take this blame!

I explained the cause and effect in detail, and the big leader said: Follow the instructions of section chief xxx, and let's talk about it after completing the procedures!

So, the head of the department next door led someone into my office and modified the data on my computer.

The data is consistent with that of the department next door, and the task is successfully completed.

I questioned the big leader: "Why did the correct data have to be changed into wrong ones? It was he who changed it! After the old leader retired, the insurance information and ID card did not match. Isn't it all trouble?"

The big leader said: "Xiaomu, be more flexible in your work. We don't care about things after retirement."

I quit.

Changed jobs and went to the construction site, and every day was a hard work of lifting cement and laying bricks.

Another leader advised me: "Hey, Xiaomu, why don't you say hello. It's fine to settle this matter. What are you making trouble about? What does it have to do with you?"

"Yes, my data is correct, if it is changed to wrong, if it is checked, it is my problem."'

"Take it back for two days, don't say quit, come back to work when your anger subsides."

"If I say quit, I won't do it. I can't bear this blame. Whoever loves it will come!"

Colleagues said: "Mu, why are you so ignorant of good and bad? That position is so easy. You sit in an office, so many people want to go, so you don't want to do it!"

A colleague said: "How old are you and still make this kid angry? Is it immature? Can you be more mature in doing things?"

The colleague said: "Change your temper, isn't this what work is all about? You will suffer a lot in the future if you do this."

Colleagues' attitudes have changed.

As soon as the position was adjusted, the tone of speech changed.

When I was moving the cement, the chief of the next door came.

"Xiaomu, you've worked hard in the summer. Why don't you go back to the department. I'll tell the leader, go back better, and you won't feel guilty."

I grinned: "Thank you, section chief, I'm fine, I'm fine now. Every day is very fulfilling!"

"Hey, do you still hold grudges, kid? It's all over, and I was the one who got angry that day, and my words were a bit harsh."

Colleagues next to me were talking about it.

"Look, the section chief has come to apologize, and Mu Tiehammer still looks dead."

Iron Hammer is my nickname when I walk the rivers and lakes.

"The section chief is so amiable, who does Hammer think he is, it's really embarrassing, he's so used to it!"

"Wu Tiehammer's violent temper, everyone, don't talk about it, and be careful of being attacked."

It's a normal situation.

I threw the cement on my shoulders to the ground: "Section Chief, my personality is not suitable for sitting in an office. I am good at physical work. You see, I have a simple mind and well-developed limbs. It is just right for me to do this. I will not go back. You Get busy first, I'm working."

I picked up the cement again and walked forward.

The section chief yelled from behind: "If you want to come back, you can find me anytime."

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Many things have changed in the darkness and silence.

I found out too late, I've been hammered to pieces.

The new statue was rebuilt little by little, and everyone gathered around saying that it was beautiful and exquisite, but I didn't see it. Obviously, the bones are not bones, and the tendons are not tendons.

Over the past few years, I have discussed with my parents several times about changing jobs, but they were all interrupted violently.

"You don't need to say, as many people want to go, they can't go to your unit. You are a full man who doesn't know a hungry man."

"Money is hard to earn, shit is hard to eat, what can you do now that you change jobs?"

"If it weren't for your father and I having the foresight to let you take the exam for this unit, you still don't know where to hide and eat shit, and eating shit can't keep up with the heat."

"Just stay in the unit honestly, and ask your sister to introduce some good conditions later, that's all."

"If it weren't for your father and me, you would be no different from that bastard on the street, wandering around on the street every day."

The way of communication was cut off, and I changed to writing letters and sending WeChat messages, with tens of thousands of words one after another.

The general content is that my personality and working style are not suitable for my current unit. I can go out to work, even if I earn less.

My previous life was not rich, but I was very happy. I hope I can do what I like. As long as I don’t break the law and commit crimes, why can’t I support me.

Life is like a person drinking water, knowing whether he is warm or not, whether I am happy or not, only I know, I hope you will not impose your views on me.

I have passed the nurse certificate, so don't worry, even if I can't find other jobs.I can go to the hospital.

I have passed the exam as a health manager, and I plan to open a restaurant that combines catering with medicine. The specific plan is

I have saved hundreds of thousands, and my friends are willing to support me. I want to try hard, and I am not afraid of losing.

There are too many, so I won't repeat them one by one.

The conflict gradually escalated until my father slapped me on the night of August NO.11.

"Don't think about anything. It's impossible for you to change your job. If you change your job, don't go back to this home."

In the slight drizzle, I carried my suitcase and stuffed food bite by bite at the skewer stand near the elementary school.

"Ah, girl, you're back."

"Hmm." I lowered my head.

"It's been a long time since I saw you. You are working now. Ah, the time flies so fast. You are so old in a blink of an eye."

"Auntie, five strings of bean sticks and two more cabbages."

"Okay, here, it's soft and soft. The taste hasn't changed, has it?"

"No."

"Girl, do you still remember that you were not as tall as me at that time? Now you are tall and strong, which is great."

I couldn't help but let out a few sobs.

My aunt's man suddenly said: "Come in and eat, and tell your aunt if you have anything to say."

"Hey? What's going on? What's the matter?"

The orange street lamps were blurred by the rain and fog. My aunt put down her work and tore me a tissue.

"Auntie, how much is it?"

"Four dollars. All right, huh?"

"No... nothing."

I hastily settled the bill and took a taxi to the city overnight.