When Lin Xiaoman received the HR interview appointment, he was drafting a marketing copy for Taozi at his workstation.
"Healing peach, one bite is sweet to the heart." She stared at the slogan on the screen, feeling inexplicably ironic. Seven people have left the operations department in the past three months. She, the team leader, has been able to survive until now purely because no one knows how to write hit copywriting better than her.
"Lin Xiaoman, three o'clock in the afternoon, conference room B3." The DingTalk message came from the HR director.
She replied "Received", then silently opened the Excel spreadsheet, and calculated her pitiful savings for the last time: one hundred and thirty-eight thousand after tax. This is the amount she earned from seven years of being squeezed out of her youth by a big factory. It is not enough to pay the down payment for a toilet outside the Fifth Ring Road in Beijing.
Three hours later, she walked out of Wangjing SOHO holding a cardboard box. In addition to a MacBook and work ID card, there was only a pot of dying pothos in the cardboard box.
"Sister Lin, see you soon!" Su Qing, the intern from the next station, chased her out and stuffed her with an envelope with red eyes, "This is my guide to getting fired. You... You can read it when you get back."
