Occasionally opened the diary of the first year of work, suddenly the past ten years, could not help but feel thousands:
In the first year of work, young colleagues engage in self-study exams, because I don't like it, I throw my self-study exam. Ten years later, I took my test to the diploma, and I went to the undergraduate diploma. I got the intermediate title and wanted to apply for the registered accountant.
In the first year of work, I said to my colleague. If I am still in this unit ten years later, you are jealous of me. Ten years later, I am still in this unit, barely mixed a middle backbone, and they didn't yell at me.
In the first year of work, I said that I would never stay in this unit, and the drift is my road, the end of the world is my home. Ten years later, I only hope that this is still good, and the work is relaxed, I can exist forever, I can mix it to retire.
In the first year of work, I face my favorite colleagues. I don't talk about it. I don't like it, I don't care, I am in a hurry, I will fight with people. Ten years later, I smiled all my colleagues, I said to myself, everyone has a bitterness, is difficult, or tolerance.
In the first year of work, I looked at the leadership of the mold. I couldn't hide my heart, and I said that this kind of person can lead? Ten years later, I walked into the leader's office, there should be: um, yes, right, ok, ok, of course, of course.
In the first year of work, I bought a lot of books, I bought a reading, and I didn't take a look at the version and quality. Ten years later, I bought a book less, mostly famous, the frame is very delicate, beautiful, but I can't finish it in January.
In the first year of work, I heard someone else to talk about crude words, I am more concerned about the hearts of people. Ten years later, I can also get out of the paragraph, I am concerned about the endocrine of people.
In the first year of work, I saw a beautiful woman in the office, I was flustered, and I spent a speech. Ten years later, I still panicked, but I have a drink with a variety of men and women at the table.
In the first year of work, I often tears alone, because of my nostalgia, I miss the same window friend. Ten years later, when I wanted to cry, I miss my tears.
In the first year of work, work overtime for five days, leaders said that there is no overall wage, I said that it doesn't matter. Ten years later, even more than an hour, I hope to count me a work.
In the first year of work, the unit issued a inexplicable bonus, I barely lead, but I am uneasy. Ten years later, I have chased leaders on holidays: Is there money? Are there money?
In the first year of work, my hair is dense and thick, one month must be sent once, because the hair is too fast. Ten years later, I was still a month, because the hair fell too fast, it was a young one.
In the first year of work, I often worry about it, buy a new dress, I have to put it on a month, I dare to wear, I am afraid that others say that I am vanity and enjoy. Ten years later, I have to pick up the door before the mirror, my wife bought the clothes shoes, I put it on the next day. I hope that others say that I am spiritual, foreign.
In the first year of work, I think I will get married in this life. Ten years later, my daughter is four years old. I only hope that husband and wife will love, and my daughter can grow up healthily.
In the first year of work, I think it is more than ten years. Today, I am sigh: Ten years is short.
