麻辣校园

It's July 15th now and without even a trail, it's been 10 days since I was off school for summer vacation, and it's been a year and 14 days since i returned from UK.

People can't help recollecting the same date as what happened last year, ,5 years ago, 10 years ago..etc.

Eight years ago, I spent my first summer vacation in Chongqing. Having found a job in Lianglukou while i was staying in Chongqing University, I had to travel everyday, which for someone as poor as me who could survive with 300RMB per month was a big deal---- I had to pay the tickets.

Besides, the job didn't pay well as a matter of fact.

Basically, the company sold discount cards. Firstly, the salesgirls would call people from Chongqing Yellow Page and persuaded them into getting interested in our service and then it would be my job to dispatch the card to them as soon as possible and meanwhile finally persuade them to buy it face to face.

It was one one of the most sweltering summers in Chongqing's history and i was living in hell.

I had to get up very early and caught the bus all the way from Shapingba to Lianglukou, which would take me 1 hour. I've to confide here i was so poor that sometimes i would even run the risk of being a fare evader. when business was bad, i didn't have to do much rather than just sit back and enjoy the temporary moment in the cool room with air-conditioner. However, i would have to be at service anytime there's someone who was hoaxed to get some interest in reading our service.

Then it's my show time. I caught the sweltering bus and traveled a lot in the city which was on fire.

It wasn't a decent job, as a matter of fact, i felt i was so wronged that I cried like a piece of shit twice druing that summer.

People say:You have expectations and with them you can go further.

Selling cards is not just about selling cards. it's about selling your skills and your confidence. As a matter of fact, i got 8RMB for each card i peddled. It's damn nothing to me now, as i make 6000 per month. However, it was something. on top of that, if the cards i sold accumulated to 20, i would get bonus.

So i spared no pains peddling that shitty card. The more i wanted to sell it, the less chance i would get it sold, and the more i got depsperate.

Having traveled for 2 hours under the sweltering sun, i finally got to my destination. Try as i could, the man denied even reading the manuel. I was hurt, deeply. My tears rolled down my cheecks as i got out of the damn house.

It's life, isn't it?

You got to experience ups and downs; you got to climb the highest mountain to appreciate the most beautiful blue moon; you got to cross the deepest river before you could reach the other side of paradise where you could eat the most tasty juicy apples.

I don't wanna show off how much pain i've been through, while i just wanna remind myslef of those unthinkable life experiences which taught me so much and it's my belief that everything happens to you for a reason.

So don't blame life. Just let it be.