Please don't call me doctor.

Http://www.aliyun.com/zixun/aggregation/1012.html "> Talent Exchange is very much. I took three versions of my resume and walked around the crowd, with a resume marked with a doctorate, a master's degree and a bachelor's degree. After a long time, not people do not want me, that is, I do not look at others.

I saw a lot of people at the front desk. It was a good hospital to see it near. Next to the recruitment notice on the "doctor, annual salary 100,000, master, annual salary 70,005, undergraduate, annual salary of 50,000". At that time I was very fond of this job, around for so long, this is the best treatment. Well, that's it, and today's mission is to take care of the unit.

Arm around Flash, I squeezed to the front of the table, very neatly took the doctoral diploma resume to hit on the desk. A fat man sitting at the back of the table did not lift his head and turned over: "Doctor?" I shouted, "Yes!" Can you do radical surgery for gastric cancer? I am one leng, thought just doctor graduate who has that ability, the voice is unconscious low a tune: "Not, but can do gastric resection operation." "Oh, leave a piece of information, I will inform you of the news."　　 "Don't think much, I know he is a euphemism for rejection, it seems to be over." Around for a while, I feel a little reconciled, ran to the toilet water to stir a hair indiscriminately, take off the tie, coat put open, thinking this time fat will not recognize me.

I squeezed into the recruiting stage and slowly took my master's diploma resume and put it on the table. The Fat Man turned over: "Master?" I whispered, "Yes." "Can you do radical surgery for gastric cancer?" It's still the question! I whispered: "No, but I can do a gastrectomy." "It's OK, but the master is full, I'm sorry." "I am angry, recruit full of what?"

The more I feel bad, the more I don't believe in the fat.　　 I went to the toilet, the hair all wet, with the hand back into a big Bentou, and then take off the glasses, simply put off the coat, I thought the fat man must not recognize. I went back to the recruiting stage and midriff my undergraduate diploma resume carefully on the table. The Fat Man turned over: "Undergraduate?" I nodded. "Can you do radical surgery for gastric cancer?" That's the problem with anyone! This Fat bastard! If you can do radical gastrectomy for gastric cancer, it's not God. I lowered my voice and said: "No, but I can do a gastrectomy." "The Fat man immediately looked up, looked at me for a long time, the tone is good a lot of:" Yes, powerful! Well, that's you. ”

I was deeply relieved, I thought I sold out, tired of this whole day, really terrible!

Is happy, I do not know when to find a job with several students also came over, called a: "Cobo ..." I hurriedly interrupted him, whispered: "Don't call me Doctor!"