"Sister, I'm unemployed again!"
The other end of the phone was silent for a long time. Just when I was about to get angry and reprimand this friend for being indifferent and callous to me, a faint sentence came from the other end, "Why this time?"
"You are a woman who only cares about the excitement!" I scratched my fried hair and complained, how many times has this happened? It seems to be the third time, oh no, it should be the fourth time. It has happened four times. I am numb. It seems that I have no point in crying any more. But the anguish in my heart was not fake. Who could I ask to reason with? I could only cry hard.
"Didn't that sales manager of your company hold your thigh and cry, begging you not to leave him?"
"He was on a business trip, and I didn't say anything. You also know which personnel will publicize the resignation." I said smugly that my escape plan was successful, and I was no less proud than leading troops in ancient times to achieve great victory.
"Let's make a bet that he won't even call you."
"That's not the case. At least you should send a message asking why I resigned quietly."
"Five days, a big meal for losing."
"Just bet, whoever is afraid of whom, you decide!"
"Hey, hey, hey, let's talk a little longer. Why are you so heartless? I need comfort. Hey, hey!!!" The phone has been hung up, and I feel confused. Should I buy a bottle of wine to celebrate dumping a man I don't like, or should I lament that I'm unemployed, or should I complain about my careless friendships...
Intention: There is no road in the world, but when there are more people walking, it becomes a road.