Translated…
In recent years, those younger generations without the backgrounds can only keep their fingers crossed, keeping their heads buried in studies, and, see if luck will grace them; if they looked good, maybe, showing off the assets online can get them hits. Even the doctorates were pushed to sell the chicken fried steaks, as a young girl from the countryside, I’d gotten my attorney’s licensure, but, being a rookie at the office, I’d often became the errand girl, to the tea girl.
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Actually, it’s not at all that hard, I just felt awful! Plus I’m too strong in personality, I can work as three people, because I don’t want to get labeled as a “strawberry”, and hated it that people see how young I was, and mistakenly believed, that they can take advantage of me. And, every now and then, cuss words would slip out, this world is just, too pushy, seeing how the housing prices are still hiking up, even for us, young lawyers who are seemingly making a lot of money, even IF we’d wanted to save up for our homes, to sing at karaoke’s with our friends, wanted to order up that $120N.T. a jug tea to moisten our throats, we’d still had to, pat ourselves down to see if we have enough.
Sometimes, people just can’t stop taking advantage of one another. As I entered into the workforce, perfectionism was my middle name, I’d hoped to do everything that my manager told me perfectly, just like those fashion magazines advocated, I’m a perfectionist I the elite group. Once my good friend saw how dog tired I was, she’d asked, “hey, were you able to finish everything your manager demands of you?” “Not only just finishing it, if he’d wanted something on Wednesday, I’d handed it in on Monday.” “No wonder, you look so beat, you’re so, simple-minded!”
not my cartoon…
“What?”, now I’m confused.
“He saw how hard working you are, how capable you are, and without the level of confidence you’d needed, you can manage what three people can, and you’re only requiring just that ONE paycheck, of course he’d believed you to be amazing!”, “So???” “No wonder you always have work piled on your desk, do you know how we, seniors do it?” “How?” “Even if we’re able to get things done in the time that we were required to, we’d looked like we’d become, completely tired out doing the tasks, that way, our boss would feel that he’d gotten a great deal, understand?” “………”
Although these were, the words of my best friend, I’d still couldn’t, get past the demands of responsibility. At most, I can only get to the point that I’d not turned in my paper work early, so my already unfresh liver won’t become totally colorless.
With this sort of a difficult manager, of course, I’d met some great managers too, like Ms. C is truly very nice, don’t be mistaken by how shy she looks, she’s excellent and very professional. I’d enjoyed running her errands, and helping her make copies, because she was extremely courteous toward me, and she was so very low key, that nobody can tell, she is actually, a “princess” of a large business owner. Even as we conversed, she’d spoken like the rest of us too, and, on those regular nights we’d had to pull in our overtimes, she’d gone along, and bought the $80N.T.s worth of boxed meals with us too.
But, what was once she’d handed me two thousand dollars, asked me to go and get her three cups of Starbucks, “Sis, can you get me three hot lattes, if it’s not enough, then, cover me, I’ll withdraw money later on to pay you back, I only have $2,000 in my purse right now.” “Three hot lattes? How can it be not enough? You can make change from a $500………” “How’s that possible? We’re talking about Starbucks………”, she looked surprised.
Up to here, I’d become, dumbfounded, then, how much should coffees cost? “Starbucks is equivalent to Hermes in my mind, I thought that each cup is a thousand dollars………”, my facial expression surely showed how shocked I was. Ahhhhhhhhhh, Ms. C is very, ordinary, but apparently, from before, her assistant was the one, getting her coffee, or, it’s that the measurements of bills are not the same in our household, as hers………
Yeah, this still just shows, how some people can live inside their high and ivory towers, and NOT know a thing about how us, the ordinary, average citizen lived, and this also showed, how there’s this, uneven distribution of assets among the members of the middle class and the upper class too.
Life, the Obstacle Course 