The strawberries were rotten when pressed, but they were still sweet and sour.

Affected by the epidemic, the business in the store has been bleak in recent months and no one has made an appointment.

This caused the boss's mania (although the client refused to seek medical treatment in person, the secretary who had to go to the hospital every three weeks to help him get medicine at his own expense and ordered medicine had to know about his condition.), he began to give gifts and send messages frantically. To all old customers. And all these actions and messages, the secretary must make paper customer files and reports. Not difficult, but very time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Being the only remaining secretary is my most important job. Worked for 13-14 hours for three consecutive days and still haven't completed the report for the past few days, because the perfectionist boss needs to revise or even redo all the information if he suddenly finds one piece of information ugly or unsatisfactory. (But the information was given by his most trusted deputy manager)

The two bosses and assistant managers, who only use Word2003, do not listen to the kind reminders of others, nor do they want to believe the opinions and difficulties of young people. Throwing out unreasonable work on one's own accord, waiting until something goes wrong and then blaming the backward for not doing things, is a descendant who can't bear everything. (If you have to give gifts on the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is not surprising that the guests are angry)

And I also realized that my body is not as good as it used to be, and all difficulties can be solved without mental hard support. I worked all day without drinking water, eating, or going to the toilet. I started shaking hands and slurped black blood. I had to flush back to the toilet every three steps. After seeing a doctor, I could only take a week off to recuperate.

The boss said, it's just a few days of hard work, why do you have so many problems? I come to the company every day and I am not unhappy or uncomfortable all year round.

Boss...you slept until noon, went to the restaurant for a leisurely lunch, went to the beauty salon to get your hair done, and then came to the company by taxi. Enter the company at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and leave whenever you want at night.

Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of "Mulian saves my mother" so that you can make up a story to save the mistake of giving gifts on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I carry the risk of stomach bleeding and bear the infamy of the strawberry family. Who is the confidence of these post-war baby boomers? Don't you look at the changes of the times and suppress us over and over again with the glory of our youth?

You think you are a classic, you don't want to admit that the times will eventually take away your glory, you can only keep shouting strawberries! strawberry! strawberry! Also considered popular. We were crushed by you, but we are still sweet with sourness. After sourness and bitterness, we continue to sweeten (lick) the world with a broken body.

Kind of pathetic, very hateful.

Shake a little, help me collect some gastroscope and colonoscopy fees, love you (please let me do it painlessly)