"My major is marketing, and my relatives say I am a pyramid schemer."

There was a public elective course in college. I didn’t know who got the upper hand during the break, and everyone took turns complaining about their majors.

A girl majoring in tourism management said that her parents thought that if she majored in this major, she would only be a tour guide in the future; a student in logistics management said that their fate had been decided by the people around them, that is, delivering express delivery; a student majoring in hotel management It's even worse. Almost every time, I have to explain to others that this major is really not about serving dishes or folding clothes in a hotel.

"My major is marketing. My relatives all say that I work in pyramid schemes. Even my parents came to persuade me that I really can't go back and repeat my studies and change my major." A boy said.

We couldn’t help but hahahahahaha.

It’s so funny and sad at the same time.

When I was in college, I majored in human resources management. My brother and I chose this major blindly. My parents didn’t know what this major was like, but they were fine and didn’t ask too many questions. But my grandma is different. She especially wants to know about my major and guess what my future job will be.

I explained to her many times the complex professional content of recruitment, performance, training, etc. Of course she couldn't understand any of it. So I summed it up simply and crudely: Grandma, I will be in charge of people from now on.

These three words "take care of people" completely reassured my grandma. Managing people is like being an official. My granddaughter will be an official in the future.

After graduation, I changed careers and became a copywriter.

My grandma felt very sorry for this. She took the trouble to ask what jobs my classmates were doing now, and asked again and again: Are they all in charge of people? Are you the only one who is still being controlled? ......

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

I originally thought that "copywriting" was easy to understand, but I didn't expect that such a simple job would be misunderstood.

One time when I went home, a relative asked me about my job, and I told him that I was a copywriter.

"Copywriter?"

I knew he rarely heard this word, so I explained: "He is an article writer who helps others write press releases, speeches, and advertisements. Language or something."

"Oh, do you write with a pen or a computer? It should be easier, right?"

I nodded, not going to explain too much.

The next time I went home, I met a neighbor’s grandma. She asked me very kindly: "I heard you were working as a typist in Guangzhou? Are you tired from work?"

I suddenly thought: I am a part-time typist, typing XXX words a day, and earning XXXXX yuan.

Alas, even if you round off the copywriting, you can still count it as a "typist". I am already very grateful that you don't call me a "code typist".

I saw an article on the Internet a few days ago about a graduate from Peking University who worked in a supermarket. The whole village was laughing at him. After studying in such a good school, he could only enter Working in a supermarket. In the eyes of villagers, supermarkets are neither Wal-Mart nor Carrefour, but small grocery stores like those at the entrance of the village. Of course, they don’t know that there are also reserve cadres and management in supermarkets.

One of my classmates worked in a factory after graduating from college, and he received good benefits in all aspects. My classmate works as an accountant. For clerical work, he does not need to go to the production room. He stays in the office. But her parents were very opposed to it. They felt that other people's children were working in companies after graduation, so why should their own children only work in factories? So every time she returned home, her parents would persuade her to resign.

The classmate said helplessly: Do you know? My parents really thought that when I worked in the factory, I worked on the assembly line. Sometimes when they saw the news about Foxconn workers jumping off the building, they secretly wiped away tears and lamented that their daughter could not find a good job.

When people stay in a small world for a long time and are unwilling to accept the arrival of new things, they can easily become the frog in the fable who sits in a well and looks at the sky.

Needless to say, older relatives and neighbors, a few years ago I saw my cousin playing online games and laughed at him. Playing games seems to be a bit unprofessional, but he still has the nerve to say that his dream is to be an e-sports player?

Later I learned that there really is a profession like e-sports players in the world, which is very trendy and awesome.

Maybe the same goes for your relatives and elders. They want to know more about you, but they are limited to their own knowledge, so the questions they ask always make people laugh.

They just don’t understand, it’s not that they are unkind.

So we really can’t take these words to heart. When we encounter understanding, we are grateful. When encountering those insignificant incomprehensions, let us just use "hahahahahahaha" and laugh it off.