At 1:30 in the morning, only my floor in the entire office building was still lit.
The white light from the computer screen made my eyes sore. I rubbed my temples and stared at a pile of returned reports in a daze. This is the third time this month - Shen Ruoqing obviously handed over wrong data to me, but she stopped in the leadership office and put the blame on me in just a few words.
"Shen Nianwei, the gross profit margin calculation on this report is wrong by three points. Did you do it carefully?"
At the afternoon meeting, the department manager threw the document on the table in front of everyone. I wanted to explain, but Shen Ruoqing spoke first: "Mr. Lin, I sent her the raw data last week. Maybe she was too careless."
She smiled at me as she spoke, and there were ten thousand needles hidden in that smile.
I didn't say anything because it was useless. After working in this company for three years, I learned early on that excuses only make things worse.
On the sticky note on the desk is this month's performance grade: C-.
One more time and you can just pack up and leave.
