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It has been almost three weeks since I worked here, in previous several days, my main work was resolving various kinds of letters coming from different customers, I worked with careness, enthusiasm and hope of learning as much as possible. But because of the streamline in our manufactory, production capacity has been affected dramatically. I often can hear complain from my colleagues about their inability to meet customers’ demands. I am very free everyday, it seems difficult to get a reply from my customers whom were given to me by my colleagues, it’s reasonable enough, most of those customers were seldom doing business with them. Although I don’t believe my ability and potential was fully explored out, I still can not get orders from my customers, maybe, I should not be hold responsible for this result, after all, my customers decisions can not be made by me.

To my great surprise, the person whom I talk in my interview is my manager, she is just two or three years older than me, but has already been a manager in a company, there is no excuse for me not admiring her. For some unknowable reasons, she sits just in my back. I have the opportunity to know the way she communicates with staff, sometimes, she is aggressive, and it seems that the asker should not have asked such clumsy questions, but I like her characteristics, and want to be a woman like her, a little aggressive.

Sometimes, the nightmare of my first work knock my brain, and I am proud of leaving that ugly place and being accepted by the current company. Here, I have more initials to resolve problems but unnecessary telling my colleague who teaches me procedures of this company.

I was asked to come to her face and listen to her requirements, and then made every effort to accomplish them and reported to her about every detail. I have no initial, and can’t make my own decision any more. If the way in which I worked couldn’t come up to her expectations, she would complain me about them and tries her best to let the others believe that I was, in fact, a stupid girl.

I felt that I couldn’t bear her any more, or I would be ruined by her words and actions.

She was proud of her wisdom about which I have no idea. And always told us she was born when her mother was more than thirty years old, and believed the theory that the older the mother was when she had a birth of a baby, the cleverer the bay will be. Besides, she was used to finding opportunities to give me a lash in front of others.
        Unluckily, I will never forget her and the days we worked together,