In the afternoon of early autumn, a few lazy white clouds lay sparsely in the blue sky. Frustrated, I sat on a bench in the square in front of the Gothic church, looking at the Gou on the same black roof under the black spire.
The cooing white doves, the golden Madonna statue looking down kindly on the lovers in the sunken square, the children playing and playing, and the dogs chasing each other, everything is so beautiful and happy.
But my mood fell to the bottom. After graduating from college, I entered the state of unemployment. I put my resume overseas and found a company that I liked. I didn’t like it. The company I liked called me. We had a good conversation, but the mobile phone signal
But suddenly there was an inexplicable problem and I couldn't hear what the other party was saying. After hanging up, I called according to the caller's number and asked to transfer to the extension. Because I couldn't hear clearly the name of the calling department and HR, and I couldn't tell the receptionist clearly, she said there was nothing she could do.
, said: "Why don't you come to the company and let's talk in person." As a result, he went over and asked: Is there an appointment? The answer: No. "I'm sorry, we won't accept you." He stamped his feet, turned around and left, and he would have to start all over again.
I looked for him again. There is nothing else, but his temper is still not lacking.
In fact, temper is a very important thing, and I am the one who suffers in the end. Somehow, I know exactly how to do something or how to say something, but when things come to a head, my brain twitches, as if the brain is not my own.
, did or said the opposite and ended up messing up.
For example, when I was in school, the original class teacher’s teaching quality was not high, and the grades of the whole class were not good. The principal was very dissatisfied. After research, the school office decided to transfer the class teacher and split up our class. Before leaving, the class teacher said to the class:
After some sensational farewell speeches, I didn’t pay much attention to them. Finally, the head teacher said: “I know my level is not high and my classmates don’t welcome me, so I apologize to everyone here.” He bowed to all the classmates on the podium.
Salute. The monitor was the first to respond. He stood up and said loudly: "Welcome."
Then we, the belated students, also stood up and said those two words in unison. I also stood up with great excitement, and wanted to say those two words loudly. Maybe I was too excited, shouting
It was shouted, and the voice was louder than the whole class, but what was shouted was actually "Not welcome!!!" In an instant, the air froze, time stopped, and the whole class was at a loss. The head teacher shot him with a murderous look.
As a serious saboteur, I allowed myself to be cut into pieces by the head teacher's knife-like gaze. I had an ominous premonition that I was going to be unlucky.
After the meeting, everyone reported to the new class according to the previous class division plan. I was originally assigned to the class of the old class teacher with the most teaching experience in the school. I was packing my schoolbags when the class teacher came over and said: "Previous announcement
The class division plan was wrong, you were assigned to class three." Sure enough, what was supposed to happen eventually happened, and who can blame it? I accepted my fate and reported to class three.
Fortunately, except for Wednesdays, the door to the talent market is still open to me on the rest of the days. With my resume in hand, I follow the flow of people and mechanically browse through each company's recruitment positions. When I see similar companies, I will briefly chat.
, and then leave a resume, just like a sower in a rice field, sowing as he goes, God knows which ridge has a better harvest.
The words 'Lu Qingxuan Tea Culture Communication Company' come into view, which is a bit surprising. This kind of company also comes to the job fair? Who can it recruit? On the other hand, which university would go to such a headless job?
A brainless company. Although I felt a little strange, driven by curiosity, I couldn't help but look at the person at the recruitment seat. He was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, his gray hair combed back, and his wide and full forehead. Maybe it was because of the feeling.
Seeing that someone was looking at him, he raised his head and looked at me (to be honest, sometimes I also feel like this, that is, when someone is looking at me, even though I don't look at that person, I can still feel that someone is there.
Look at me), a pair of small eyes exudes calmness, like a deep pool, you can even see your own reflection in his eyes, but you cannot see through his deep pupils.
He raised his slightly pointed and smooth chin, moved his thick lips under the high bridge of his nose, and said, "Young man, are you interested in a position in our company? Let me introduce you to you." I shook my head slightly embarrassed and said:
"I don't know much about your company's business, I'm just a little curious. I don't think I'm suitable for the position you need." After saying that, he turned around and left, continuing to look for a niche that suited me. He didn't say anything more and continued to lower his head.
Played with his mobile phone.
I just took a step forward, and several people came face to face. They were gesticulating and discussing something with each other, but they didn't see me walking towards them. As expected, we bumped into each other. To be precise, it was me.
I was hit and the resume in my hand was scattered on the floor. This guy was polite and said, "I'm sorry." After that, he squatted down to help me pick up the resume that fell on the floor.
"I'll pick it up myself." I said, "No, no, no, I'll pick it up for you." As he said this, the guy waved his hand. It didn't matter. He then put the "Lu Qingxuan Tea Culture Communication Company" recruitment table on the table.
After throwing away the materials, he hurriedly apologized to the hiring manager. The recruiter smiled lightly, disapprovingly but didn't say anything, as if he wasn't surprised.
"This is really a frivolous guy," I thought to myself. I finally waited for this guy to collect the materials from "Lu Qingxuan Tea Culture Communication Company" and put them back on the table. Then he tidied up my resume that was scattered on the floor and returned it.
I said sorry at the same time. I said: "It's okay." Then we went our separate ways, and I continued my sowing journey in the talent market.
Secretarial? It’s not suitable for me. It’s a little girl’s job, so I won’t argue with them. Sales? Oops, I’m a thin-skinned person, and I can’t lose face, so forget it. Technology? This is suitable for me.
Me, but I don’t know how to do it. I wonder if this company accepts interns? I just walked all the way and looked around, and kept resumes along the way. There are a few positions I like, but I don’t know if I can get an interview.
Opportunity. Oh, let’s just go back and wait for a call from HR.
When I walked out of the job market, it was already noon. The sun was shining brightly, and I had been working hard sowing all morning. I was sweating a lot. The ancients said that sweat drips from the soil, hoping for a good harvest. I paid 5 cents.
Pay the parking fee, take out the car key, get on the bicycle, enter the traffic lane, and continue to travel in the bustling city. With so many roads, it is right to use one, or it is suitable for me. Come on, come on.