I don't know how many people are like me, who are still doing nothing in their middle age and are tortured both physically and mentally by the word "workplace". I want to resist, but I am afraid of offending the leader. I want to overturn the table, but I lack the capital to fight. I can only endure the injustice against my will, smile bitterly when others take advantage of me, and stumble around in embarrassment to maintain the last bit of self-righteous dignity. So, year after year...
However, this year I finally gave up on this little bit of dignity, lost a relationship, and fell into a confusion of self-evasion and self-denial. But at this time, I met an "old master" who set up a stall selling braised pork noodles in Xihe Town. After three years of guidance from him, my life seemed to have been changed to a certain degree. So I started working again at the age of 30, vowing to fight against the undercurrent, fight for success or failure, and find a place at the top!
