Essay: The Story of the Office

The story of the office

The office was basic. In a house on the second floor, the concrete floor, the white lime walls, mottled, against the wall is a row of sofas, in the corner of the wall are placed five corner sofas, in front of the sofas are placed two coffee tables. Near the window, two old-fashioned writing desks, and on one side, on the table was a telephone, and ink bottles, piled up thick documents or materials, the principal sat over there, I sat here, I was the director.

Every day, after a class of my own, I naturally walk into the office. The principal has a habit of sitting in the office on time every time, the principal is twelve years older than me, the same genus, the principal loves to send documents, my main task is to write documents, he said there is something, draft a document! I said yes, and I would write it in a few clicks and hand it over. To be honest, I, who loves literature, have written two boxes of manuscripts, and it is not a problem to write this kind of "new eight strands of literature". The main head of a unit has a common disease, and always likes to change a few sentences and a few words on the documents written by others, as if in this way, his level is the highest. As for me, when I was drafting the document, I deliberately wrote a few words wrong, I couldn't write some sentences, and when I watched him change his pen, I wanted to laugh.

In addition to drafting documents, my business is to sort out and sort out the materials in the newspaper, and in addition to this, I always quietly take out the manuscript paper hidden in the drawer and write my novels or essays, because he thinks that writing novels and prose is not a proper job, and it is a big mistake to write in the office. Sitting in the office, you draft documents, or organize materials, or ask him what to do, what to deal with, he comes to be interested, gives you how to deal with it or how to do it, you do it, he is happy.

In addition to drafting documents, the principal also loves to smoke and drink tea. When there was no document, he smoked one by one, drank tea one after another, frowned, did not say anything, he posted a sentence on the wall next to the office that he specially used to make a phone: Do not throw cigarette butts when entering the office, but he is the only one who smokes in the sixteen teachers in the school, he often smokes smoke in the office, and there are ashtrays in the office, but he throws the cigarette butts on the ground everywhere, and after the cigarette butts are filtered and burned, the smoke that comes out is very choking, making people cough uncontrollably, but, But he was completely intoxicated by smoking, showing his anxiety and discomfort about some things, and how lonely his image was at this time! Loneliness makes people pitiful, often at this time, when I don't ask him for anything, he will coldly tell me how to do, how how, or how how... However, those topics are always boring and monotonous work problems, and he doesn't say anything other than these with me. And these problems, and I am tired of, I love to talk about love, talk about literature or life, in his film, I only have to suppress the disturbed heart, um or ah and the like, the heart is still thinking of their own, he film these words, often endless, a piece of him intoxicated, taking up most of my time.

Suddenly one day, I suddenly felt that he was using me, and in his eyes, I was just a supporting role, a person who helped him sort out the materials, accompanied him to the film, and made him eliminate loneliness. Getting a person who loves literature to accompany him to do this boring thing is a waste of talent. Soon I grew tired of this life and began not to sort out the materials, to leave them in a mess on the couch, to make a mess in the office, and to start asking him nothing, no matter how many things it was, sorry, I was going to write a novel, and those inspirations had made my heart very uncomfortable.

On this day, I didn't care about anything, I was lying on my desk writing my novel, writing fans, writing to reflect the things in education, writing a principal and a female teacher named Xiaolizi going to bed, I don't know what the principal suddenly asked me, I said:

"The principal and Little Lizi went to bed." Unfortunately, there is a female teacher in the school who is called Xiao Lizi, pingsu and the principal have a different relationship, the principal is already angry with me, is looking for an opportunity to be angry, which finally angered him:

"What do you say! You work hours, you don't do your business, you write something nonsense, you talk nonsense. ”

The principal roared and woke me up, to be honest, he was angry and I was quite angry, this director, I didn't want to be, became this sesame officer, how many things I did, he also said loudly:

"What are you yelling! Who do you think you are and are you worthy of using me? This is called wasting talent, this rotten director I am not right, I go. "So, in the new semester, I went to the school I wanted to go to, away from the office.