本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛I had nothing to complain. It was a fun job. Soon two weeks passed. It was a Friday again. The weather was nice, even though it was still a bit cold. After lunch, I could not resist the urge to borrow a novel from the library and found a bench on the lake shore. I turned off the stupid pager and listened to music while reading the book. It was just lovely.
I enjoyed myself for a couple of hours. It was the pay day after all. By the end of the afternoon, I came back to that small, dark and smelly place. I returned my pager and helmet to the boss, and waiting for my pay cheque. The boss was apparently not in a good mood. He said something about finding me reading at the lake shore. I told him that I did all my delivery for that day. It was my personal time. I was not paid by the hour, but by how many letters I delivered, right? He did not say anything, passed me an envelop with some cash in it. I counted - $70! The boss said, enjoy your weekend, welcome to back next week if you want to. If you work harder, you can earn more. Well, what can I say? I did not argue. I did not know what to say, really.
I walked out of the bicycle shop, thinking, I earned 70 bucks in exchange of two weeks of hard labour. Isn’t it funny? I earned $40 bucks for two hours of tutoring to an undergraduate student the night before. When I went back home and showed my wife the cash, my wife was a bit upset first. But soon enough, she laughed, saying let’s go to the VIP Chinese restaurant to celebrate and spend all this money. At the dinner table, she was looking at me, saying: Mike, maybe you are just not the type to work in a real trade. You are useless in a sense: very good at thinking, but pretty dumb doing whatever jobs that require hands and legs in the real world. It was really lucky that you live in today’s world. You would not find a mate, you would not have children, and you would probably starve to death if you were born a few hundred years earlier. I laughed too. I said to myself, you gonna do better the next time.更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net
I enjoyed myself for a couple of hours. It was the pay day after all. By the end of the afternoon, I came back to that small, dark and smelly place. I returned my pager and helmet to the boss, and waiting for my pay cheque. The boss was apparently not in a good mood. He said something about finding me reading at the lake shore. I told him that I did all my delivery for that day. It was my personal time. I was not paid by the hour, but by how many letters I delivered, right? He did not say anything, passed me an envelop with some cash in it. I counted - $70! The boss said, enjoy your weekend, welcome to back next week if you want to. If you work harder, you can earn more. Well, what can I say? I did not argue. I did not know what to say, really.
I walked out of the bicycle shop, thinking, I earned 70 bucks in exchange of two weeks of hard labour. Isn’t it funny? I earned $40 bucks for two hours of tutoring to an undergraduate student the night before. When I went back home and showed my wife the cash, my wife was a bit upset first. But soon enough, she laughed, saying let’s go to the VIP Chinese restaurant to celebrate and spend all this money. At the dinner table, she was looking at me, saying: Mike, maybe you are just not the type to work in a real trade. You are useless in a sense: very good at thinking, but pretty dumb doing whatever jobs that require hands and legs in the real world. It was really lucky that you live in today’s world. You would not find a mate, you would not have children, and you would probably starve to death if you were born a few hundred years earlier. I laughed too. I said to myself, you gonna do better the next time.更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net