If I'm Not Happy at Work, I'll Go Back and Chant Sutras with the Old Hags

[A fantastical rural tale, narrated by me. Recommended for listening. There are 3 to 7 updates a week. I have no outline, I just cobbled these stories together as a child, letting my imagination run wild with the tales I heard from a barber!]

At the morning meeting, the manager started criticizing me for not taking part in the company’s evening run after work yesterday. He said I’d be fined two hundred yuan. I threw two red banknotes onto the table, slapped it, and stood up. “You’re just picking on honest people! You fine me for missing one day, but what about the people who never go? What kind of lousy company is this? I’m unhappy working here, and I can’t even make any money. What am I staying for? So you can keep making my life difficult, or because you think you’re so important? I’m unhappy here, so I quit! I’m going home to chant sutras with those gossipy old women.”