Douluo Dalu: I Was Here First, You Little Dragon Sister

My dad found connections to find me a job. The department secretary of the Orthopedics Department of a hospital (a handyman, status ≈ dog), a temporary worker recruited by the department, with a monthly salary of 3,000, no five insurances and one housing fund, and no salary increase. I hesitated for several hours about this shitty job. When someone laughs at someone who is not good at writing novels, they usually say to find a class, but are the classes that easy to get into? I'm so sad that I can't spell out the words. I'm so tired, I want to sleep, but I can't. I told my dad I was tired and he said I was fat.

Is it so easy to sign a contract? I just wrote 60,000 words.