I am a civil servant and have been working in my current position for ten years. I deeply love this job. One afternoon, I suddenly received an informal notice from the director of the department that I would be transferred to another department because I had been in office for too long. I was reluctant to let go, and I also knew that the real reason might be that the person in charge of this department was obstructing her, because he was my apprentice, and he took advantage of his academic qualifications and interpersonal relationships to seize the promotion opportunity that should have belonged to me. When I exchanged my identity with her, I became a stumbling block for her, and she must be dealt with quickly. I knew that sooner or later such a day would come. Even half a month before I got the news, I had inexplicably wanted to pack my belongings and prepare for the transfer that was coming at an unknown time. But I didn't expect that this day would come so quickly. So, I stayed up all night and began to reflect on the sad process of working hard from a novice in the workplace to a leader in the business field in the past ten years. I also think back to my experience in the last ten years when I first entered the system and grew from a naive young man to a key expert that everyone praised.
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When I wrote "Ten Years, Ten Years Again", I initially just wanted to seal a secondment experience into words so that I would not forget it. It was only when I started writing that I realized that the paper could not contain the cold reception, surprises, lights on and off every day in those ten years. I asked "Xiao Shen" to walk in the first person. In fact, I walked through the confusion and dissatisfaction of the past again: every stamp, every shipwreck, every click of the steel stamp on the paper are real echoes. When I was creating, I often stopped in a daze. It turned out that the system was not an iron cage, but a copying machine that kept running - copying the edges and corners of people into a standard format page by page. I wrote it to leave myself an unformatted manuscript, and to tell readers: If you are also in a copy machine, don't be afraid, the rollers can flatten the paper, but not the numbers. Thank you to everyone who has read this. I hope you can leave traces in the comment area - even if it is just a number, let me know that we have lit up in the same row of pixels. Please continue to follow, Xiao Shen hasn't walked out of the building yet, and his next light needs to be seen.
When I wrote "Ten Years, Ten Years Again", I initially just wanted to seal a secondment experience into words so that I would not forget it. It was only when I started writing that I realized that the paper could not contain the cold reception, surprises, lights on and off every day in those ten years. I asked "Xiao Shen" to walk in the first person. In fact, I walked through the confusion and dissatisfaction of the past again: every stamp, every shipwreck, every click of the steel stamp on the paper are real echoes. When I was creating, I often stopped in a daze. It turned out that the system was not an iron cage, but a copying machine that kept running - copying the edges and corners of people into a standard format page by page. I wrote it to leave myself an unformatted manuscript, and to tell readers: If you are also in a copy machine, don't be afraid, the rollers can flatten the paper, but not the numbers. Thank you to everyone who has read this. I hope you can leave traces in the comment area - even if it is just a number, let me know that we have lit up in the same row of pixels. Please continue to follow, Xiao Shen hasn't walked out of the building yet, and his next light needs to be seen.