I Am A White-Collar Worker, I Have Something To Say.

Before, too.

The white-collar workers in Financial Street are busy with their work.

Working time is tight, 3.5 in the morning, four hours in the afternoon, lunch break in the middle of an hour, can make you busy every day feel time flies really fast, in a blink of an eye to the time of commuting.

Then basically, most people will not work on time, and they will be delayed for half an hour to an hour consciously.

I think they are afraid of traffic jam. I don't care. My home is near, I walk, I leave work on time.

You can get off work on time every day, and it doesn't taste well. The girls who look at the property smile to you at the edge of the elevator.

How does the heart feel so empty? It's like leaving early.

There is no time to rest at work. There is no newspaper to read. (it may be prescient, knowing that everyone has no time to read newspapers). There is no time to surf the Internet, and there is no time to chat. Sometimes hang up QQ and MSN to see it flash there.

Every day is tired underground class, terrible, not necessarily now is sub health, maybe one day will be tired of illness.

At a meeting, it was explicitly stated that it was not allowed to play stocks on the job without permission to play computer games. It was not allowed to chat online. At that time, I looked left and right. I did not know who to ban it. Maybe it was to prepare for the rainy day. Maybe we will not be so busy forever. I hope that day.

The environment in Financial Street is very good, but there is no time to appreciate it.

In the supportive City, in the prosperous area, our environment is really good. The patches of green land are also good, and the air is fresher.

The working environment is very clean. I didn't change my white shirt this Wednesday. My collar is still very clean.

But no, you can't change clothes because they are clean.

But the good environment belongs to those old people who exercise occasionally. We usually shut in the office buildings, all are air-conditioned wind, where there is fresh air. After lunch for twenty minutes, after lunch, we can also breathe natural air outside the building, get all the air and feel the sunshine.

Sometimes I think I am more than other white-collar workers.

Financial Street has many world famous brands, but it still can't afford it.

There are also some high-end shopping centers around the shopping center.

But it can only be seen, but not enough to buy.

The upscale consumption area completely hit my previous satisfaction, and the biggest disadvantage was to arouse everyone's desire, so that everyone's material pursuit increased in vain, and the spiritual pursuit suddenly dropped.

Several of our female colleagues took a few hurriedly in the middle of the day, and came back with emotion: how much money they earn is not much. When they can come in without hesitation, they can not hesitate to count notes or swipe cards to buy something they like.

After entering and going one by one, all eyes were full of desire for money.

Such a place will strike people unparalleled and will make people become extremely vulgar.

White-collar time in Financial Street is precious because of its lack of time.

The guest often hears on the phone and says, "come over here."

If you go far, you will have no time.

Most of the white-collar workers spend most of their time in the day, and part of them are on the way, leaving only a little time left for themselves and their families.

Talking with them, talking about movies basically not watching, talking about TV basically do not watch TV series, talk about fitness, everyone has a place, but it will suddenly be a few days, a few weeks did not go.

People here do not send their children to school or school. Many of them are from small schools, or to "small table" management, or to the elderly at home or to hire people.

I think people here are not only poor adults, but even poorer children.

White collar workers in Financial Street do not dress up and have no time to dress up.

My greatest satisfaction with vanity is that they all say that the clothes I wear are very nice and tasty.

Don't you know, in the original unit, I was just one of a number of beautiful girls.

They really don't dress up, they don't have hair, they seldom make up.

Wearing a job, but no personal characteristics, no distinctive beauty.

I often hear people say that they need to get their hair done, but they haven't seen any activity for a few days.

There is still no time.

There is time for clothes and clothes to test, and there is no time to spend four or five hours burning hair.

Shopping, like work, quickly goes straight to the goal, quickly decides and solves the problem.

Once shopping is a kind of enjoyment, a kind of visual and sensory enjoyment, but this kind of day is gone forever.

Think of it, it is a bit disappointing. I once imagined that the white-collar life of vivid, elegant manners, charming appearance, high salary, leisure and petty bourgeoisie is only in TV dramas.

There is no such white-collar worker in this movie.

Few of them will be convinced that their high salaries are really due to their dedication.

In the morning, looking at the mirror and looking at a mess, I wonder when I will have time to iron my head. This motion has been in existence for several weeks, but it has never been put into action.

In short, after becoming a white-collar in the "real sense", the quality of my life did not improve but declined.