He stopped me from twisting small parts, and asked new employees to twist them. And I was sweeping the floor.

Well, I really have nothing to say about this. Because I know very well that doing odd jobs is a necessary stage for a counterattack in the workplace. Although, I don’t admit that I am a slim…

There is really nothing to sweep the floor. I have so many second and third jobs in my life. In the past, I had a lot of oil stains on the floors I swept at work, not to mention that the floors in this workshop were not oil stains.

OK, after the sweeping, I asked the cold-nosed boss what else I wanted me to do.

Well, he seemed to have a crush on my height and happily asked me to get a rag to wipe the dust on the top of the machine tool.

OK, just apply machine tools. I have too many second and third jobs in my life, and that's still oily. The machine tools in this workshop are just dusty, which is really much better.

After applying a row of machine tools, I seemed to be a little embarrassed to ask the cold-faced boss: "Boss, do you need to apply the other side of the machine tool?"

He nodded happily...

OK, I've wiped it all anyway, I don't care if I'm applying it a little more.

I feel like those machine tools have not been erased for a long time, and I got a new life as soon as I came here.

After applying it, I was about to ask the cold-nosed boss what else I wanted me to do...

However, the old woman suddenly appeared.

She walked out of the women's bathroom and said to me with a smile: "Can you mop the floor in the workshop with a mop? Just drag it lightly, take your time."

Can it be said that it is not good?

I met her request and started mopping the floor for three or four large workshops in basketball courts. Well, when the mop was out of water, I went to the men's bathroom to wet the mop, and kept repeating...

It’s nothing to mop the floor. I mop the floor in the second and third jobs, and there are still oil stains on the floor. The floor in this workshop is so smooth and clean, just just mop it casually, and it’s not very difficult.

When I dragged it to the door of the workshop, the burly security guard who I thought was hard to speak, smiled and told me outside, "Drag it slowly, don't hurry." It was kind words, and I could hear it. Sure enough, it's still a person who is not good-looking.

While dragging, I talked to myself and hummed and sang, and my mood was not bad. Everything was normal.

While mopping the floor, I saw some signs hanging on the wall of the workshop, with special sentences on them.

For example, when you work in a company, but after get off work, you say bad things about the company behind your back, which is selling your soul; if you don’t like others, it is because you don’t have enough cultivation...

It feels pretty good and makes sense.

After mopping the floor, I had nothing to do, and there was still an hour before I got off work in the afternoon. I just happened to see the corner of the workshop throwing garbage very dirty and it felt very bad.

I think if you don’t even get the corner of throwing garbage, it’s hard to imagine that this is a disciplined and high-quality team. Because you can often see the big things in small places.

So, I consciously sorted out the dirty garbage corner very carefully. After changing by my magical hand, that corner is no longer garbage...

Think about it, I almost devoted myself to the hygiene of the workshop on the first day of work. Well, I almost asked me to clean the toilet.

After I finished my meal that evening, the cold nostalgic boss decisively asked me to pick me up the air and asked her to go to dinner.

However, I have not started that kind of machine yet. What is the principle? I don’t know how to operate and protect my own health. However, the cold-faced boss asked me to pick up the machine in such a state...

However, it is not that great. At least, the aunt would say one or two words: "Look, just open the door and catch the materials and take them out. Do you understand?"

Well, it feels like a swimming person on the shore and said to me who can’t swim, “You jump into the water, then move your hands back and move your feet up and down, and you can swim. Do you understand?”

Well, I really don't understand.

I opened the door and before my hand even approached the material, the material fell into the box waiting for scrap. I was completely unsure that there was a time limit! And I was not sure if the mold would suddenly press my hand that was receiving the material. After all, I didn't know how the machine works...

The aunt immediately returned to her post anxiously and continued to fight. I was speechless. Who could teach people like this? The cold-faced boss was only responsible for bringing me over, and then the person disappeared...

At that time, I really wanted to complain about what boss this is?! I didn't even say some basic things to explain to newcomers some precautions. He looked at me like he was looking at a wall. Well, it felt so cold at that time...

However, later my aunt chatted with me and found out that she was from guang.xi, and she also spoke some Cantonese, and she felt that she was doing well. So she was not so uncomfortable.

When I got off work, the burly security guard smiled and greeted me: "Are you off work?"

I smiled and nodded. Actually, it wasn't all that cold...

The uncle asked me how I felt after get off work, and I said, I had been in hygiene for most of the day, how do you think I felt?

He smiled and said that he was so tired.

I could hear that he couldn't hold on...

Although I don’t like that kind of cold, at least there is still warmth, so I have to stick with it. Because now I am not the one I was doing my fifth job…

I know that I will experience what I should experience sooner or later. Can I definitely not be tired after leaving this company and going to other companies? I will definitely be comfortable?

If the answer is no, why am I running around? Anyway, I can’t escape no matter how I run. If I really don’t want to see the kind of dislike, unless I conquer it myself.

So, I sweep the floor, I wipe the machine tools, I mop the floor, I organize the garbage corners... I didn't complain, because I've done all these, I'm not afraid, I can conquer it.

Escape is useless. Face it and conquer it, then it will only be it, not yourself.

So on the first day of my sixth job, although I was tired, I was happy inside.

Because, it has been a long time since I experienced the comfort and joy of getting off work after a hard day...
Chapter completed!