Days at Foxconn (1)

I have been working in Foxconn since I graduated from college, and I am an intern, higher than ordinary workers and lower than famous universities. Submit resumes, check diplomas, interview, sign contracts, divide brands and departments, and some peripheral departments still don't want us who just graduated, because their old employees are climbing up step by step, and our wages are higher than theirs, and the factory department has nowhere to arrange us. Finally, I was assigned to a livelihood class with a boy. He went to the workshop to repair the machine, but I didn't learn this, said the leader of the training. Pay special attention to safety when doing this, and be careful that robots hurt people. If the thread is loose, my wiring maintenance machine will really collapse. I am the only woman in a group of men. Master taught me to draw on a machine computer. Just saying, he is too busy to teach me, and neither will I. He also said that he always watched others repair machines and attend meetings. I was very busy in the workshop. I .. I resigned from the supervisor. The supervisor said that since I didn't want to be here, I went to the health management department, followed a young man, studied the way of the world, met people every day, divided people, and made all kinds of disputes. But during that time, I was too busy. He breaks his leg every day and has no time to take me with him. I am under great pressure every day. It's like being tortured in the office every day. The leader looks at me every day, and I sit around doing nothing every day. I won't take the initiative either, but I really want to do it well. My second master, who also took me to the factory department, said that I had nothing to do and should not sit here and walk around the workshop. He stayed for a week without me. The director asked me to go to the field to support.

? This support lasted for more than three months. The supervisor said that if you behave well, you can transfer. I never slack off. I finally have my own computer desk and my own job. I still feel inferior every day, because this place has high human resources, and I have a sense of superiority. The big assistant has a bad temper Every time someone makes a small mistake, the whole room knows that our office is very big. At most, I'm a little assistant. I register something every day. Cleaning, urging the list, copying things, knowing that others don't want to do it, because anyone can do this, without the approval of the leaders, and they are at the bottom every year. My side has been in a state of support, and neither side cares about me. Most of them are married and treat me as a little sister, especially a big assistant, and look down on others. The teacher said that I don't talk every day. What do you want to say? Later, my sister next to me knew a lot about computers and told me a lot about computers. At first, I only knew simple computer operation. A pregnant sister also taught me a lot and bought me a lot of fruit. I am a person with low self-esteem, and I don't like to talk, but I am not a particularly knowledgeable person. Some people want me to get their erasers, refills and papers, and I have to register with the administrative department to get them. It's quite troublesome. I thought to myself, can't I buy a refill myself? I get into trouble every day. In fact, now that I think about it, I am also afraid of trouble and have a strong self-esteem. I can handle it myself, and I won't bother others. I am insignificant, and I have no capital to help others. Others will never give you a good look. I live very depressed every day, because no one cares about attendance and Mid-Autumn moon cakes. Others have them, but I don't. Later, I didn't say anything about the transfer. The original department asked me to go back. If I want to go here, I told the supervisor that the manager asked me to go for an interview, and the manager was not satisfied. Actually, I want to stay here. I cried all the way from work because no one spoke to me when I went back. A few days later, my second teacher asked me to go back because others didn't want me here. In those days, I got up early, came earlier than others, and went back later than others to do things for the meeting. Nobody takes me seriously. My sisters say that since you are not needed here, it is meaningless for you to stay here. Why don't you go back?