Old man, the name of the song listening to the stream of oil at the airport is used to describe my current life status. That is, working overtime is the main thing! When others take the initiative to work overtime, I can't help it; when overtime may be linked to performance, I have to smile; when overtime becomes the norm, I have to comfort myself, here, this is the case.
Yes, I expected this situation early in the morning and thought I was prepared to meet it. However, when I often work overtime, work overtime, such as eating lettuce, and I don't have to work overtime, the situation actually comes to my head, and it is inevitable that I enter the psychological pain period. Where is my limit? To what extent can my body afford it? How many years will I live less?
There is no answer to these questions at the moment, and they can only be verified by time. At present, the most difficult thing to give up is to cook dinner at home and eat the light shade of dinner. Half an hour of busy kitchen, plus less than half an hour of eating, is almost the easiest and most comfortable time of my day. At this time, they are also constantly deprived of overtime work. Every time I sit in my office at seven o'clock in the evening, I always think about the problem, think of the refrigerator in my house, think of the vegetables in it, and what kind of meat I need to buy, how can we make it delicious ...... It was only after a while that I realized how luxurious this little home dinner was.
In Hong Kong news today, a middle school said that to have millions of people like him, he would have to work for at least 12 hours a day and 7 days a week ...... Hehe, middle-class, millions. Everything is cloudization ~ How many years old does he still have!