At the strong request of the operating officer, I told a poor and sad inspirational story.
The story is roughly like this: Since the epidemic hit last year, my daily routine has been forced to change, and I have suffered from gastritis. I have been suppressed at home, my mental state has declined, and my updates have gradually become unstable.
Gradually, people become numb, and gradually become salty, and then they find that lying down feels good for a while, and they feel good all the time, until they can't get up, and they fall into a vicious cycle, which is difficult to extricate themselves. The production of updates is reduced, resulting in a decline in royalties, because people are numb.
, there is an unreal feeling of detachment, like a living corpse. My mind knows that this is wrong, but my personal experience is very hazy, so I turn a blind eye to it and continue to lie down. It feels good!
Until a few days ago, when I was chatting with the operations officer about this month's activities, I was subjected to his malicious ridicule, sarcasm, provocation, and stimulation. He talked about the vicious cycle of updates and royalties, especially after repeatedly talking about the issue of money, and thinking about the recent financial constraints in life,
Lying flat and relying on photosynthesis to survive and other miserable conditions, suddenly his defenses were broken, his mentality collapsed, he was exploded, and he shed tears of poverty.
Then wake up from the salty fish state.
This state of numbness for half a year was suddenly broken, and I was awakened to realize the great horror after the manuscript fee shrunk and evaporated, which made my heart feel like a knife, like falling into an ice cave, the pain of skin cutting, regret and madness... This is a kind of
After being controlled and enslaved by the mind flayer for half a year, he was walking like a zombie in a state of confusion, and then suddenly regained his normal thinking and was frightened.
I don’t feel sleepy anymore when I think about money!
It's really nice to lie flat, but being poor is really scary, especially if you turn a blind eye to the continuous shrinkage for half a year and realize it later, it's almost crazy. So I got up and made up my mind to change my mind, start a new life, and renew myself. And I will get perfect attendance next month.
Make up for everything that was lost.
I am not saying this to prove how great I am, I simply want to subscribe, otherwise I will starve to death.
Then, the despicable operations officer felt that he was ready, and went to the group to make a bet on this matter, betting on whether he could succeed in perfect attendance next month... The idiots in the group disagreed, and most of them voted against it.
The operating officer was not satisfied when the cunning plan was successful. He kept harassing me and forcing me to publish this incident to expand the results for everyone to ridicule and drag more people into the trap. He then used external coercion and the public opinion offensive of readers to attack and oppress me.
I create pressure and complete the 'poverty, sex, and evil mind'.
Using the stimulation of poverty to stimulate the evil thoughts in his heart, leading to an explosion of mentality, he is eager for quick success and squeezing his potential, completes perfect attendance, and finally achieves his ultimate goal of winning in gambling.
I am opposed to this, but the despicable operating officer is not too big a deal, and he harasses and chants endlessly. In addition, I have some understanding of my habit of salted fish, and I also feel that this kind of
A state of excitement cannot last long.
In the end, I had no choice but to admit defeat, tell everyone what happened, and tell everyone what happened. Because I was poor, I added an extra update to get rid of the salty fish and the evil of poverty.
Now, the thief and wise operating officer proposes to spend 100 points and invite readers to bet in the comment area on whether they can be full-time in April. If he wins, the loser will reward himself.
The above are the causes and consequences.
I am just a tool person who has no emotions and expects full attendance. The operations officer said that he had a very happy time.
