Chapter 16 Section 15 Self-recommendation

Many years later, when I had the opportunity to sit at a table with the editor-in-chief of this newspaper group, he would always talk about the first time he saw me, and he jokingly said that I was a He was stupefied, with a fearless spirit on his body. One night before I met the editor-in-chief, I lay down on the bed in the rental house and wrote a resume with a pen.Unlike when I first debuted, at this time I already knew how important a resume is to a person's job hunting success.In my resume, I wrote about my experience of unannounced visits in the past two years, and at the end of my resume I quoted a sentence from Archimedes very sensationally: "If you give me a lever, I can move the earth." Now think Come to think of it, I was so poor and pedantic that it made my teeth hurt.

Then, I turned this resume into a typeface at a typing and copying shop just outside the village in the city.The owner of the typing shop charged me 5 yuan, which made me feel distressed until midnight. The next day, I got up just after dawn, wearing the only decent set of clothes I had, pinching and pinching the collar in front of the mirror nailed to the wall, so that the old collar showed its original edges and corners, and then I dipped in water again and combed my hair into a three to seven hairstyle, and went out on a bicycle. That day, my heart was filled with the belief that I must win. I must be a reporter for this newspaper, and I must be a reporter for this newspaper.Like a boxer full of confidence, I stepped onto the ring with my fists in my hands; like holding two shiny big knives, I would cut my opponent off the horse as soon as I made a move.

I said to myself: If this newspaper does not want me to be a reporter, it is their loss.It is precisely because of this kind of arrogance that I summed up the lessons of job hunting in the past. Instead of looking for the editor-in-chief's office, the personnel department, or the directors of those departments, I directly asked for the editor-in-chief of the newspaper group—this newspaper office Many middle-level leaders have difficulty seeing people. There are security guards at the entrance of the newspaper building. The security guards are watching everyone who comes in and out, and stop every outsider who tries to enter the building.However, as long as you walk through the gate of the newspaper building with your head held high, without looking at the security guards, and acting as if you are flabbergasted, the security guards will not stop you even if you are a stranger.I have tried this method time and again in many places, and the provincial government and municipal government are unimpeded.

I came to the first floor of the newspaper building and walked straight to the elevator.Although there is a floor plan in the lobby on the first floor, which shows the organization of each floor, I can't read it, because it will reveal the truth at a glance.I pretended to be very familiar and took the elevator to the top floor.Then, under the inquiring gazes of several old men who looked very old, he touched the collar that was no longer strong, and walked out of the elevator grandly. Later, when I took this elevator again, I always humbled and let others go first. I stood at the elevator door and stretched out my arms to block the elevator door that would close at any time, regardless of whether the person standing in the elevator was an elderly person. As a kid, I was always the last one out of the elevator.However, that day, in order to make everyone believe that I was the person who worked in this building, I tried my best to put on a very flamboyant appearance.

When I got out of the elevator, I looked at the sticker on the door and complained repeatedly. The top floor is actually the offices of the bosses. The old people in the elevator just now may be the leaders of this newspaper group. Do they think this? Awesome man, too uneducated? Later I found out that those old men were the deputy editor-in-chief and vice-president of this newspaper group. I hid at the stairs, adjusted my breathing, and saw that there was no one in the corridor, so I walked to the office with the word "Editor-in-Chief" on the sticker and knocked on the door, but no one answered.Knock again, still no one answers.

When I was at a loss, a petite girl walked out of the next room, holding a stack of documents in her hands.She looked at me suspiciously and asked what I was doing.I said, "The boss asked me to come over this morning. Do you know where the boss went?" The girl said: "The boss may not come to work yet, you can wait in the office, he should be coming soon." She pushed open the door of her office, stretched out her arm, and let me in. However, I dare not go in. I am worried that she or her colleagues will ask me about the situation after entering.I pretended to be polite and said, "Thank you, no need, I'll just wait here."

There is a smoking room on the other side of the corridor. When the door of the smoking room is opened, everyone passing by in the corridor can be seen.I walked into the smoking room, and while smoking my 4.5 yuan yellow and red plums, I carefully observed when the door with the "Editor-in-Chief" label would open. Ten minutes later, three people came up, all about 50 years old, all wearing jackets, trousers, and leather shoes. They walked to the door of the "editor-in-chief", and I stood up. However, I haven't seen who they are. It was the boss, who opened the door, and they all walked in.I hesitated in the smoking room, wondering if I should go in and meet the boss?

A few minutes later, I came to the editor-in-chief's door, and heard muffled voices and bursts of laughter inside.I wanted to go in, but I was worried about affecting their conversation.Later, I went back to the smoking room. After more than ten minutes, I finally waited until the door of the boss' room opened, and two people came out. I felt happy for a while.Now the editor-in-chief is left alone in the office. I can talk to him as soon as I go in. I also take up other people's time and let those who want to see him wait outside. However, when I stubbed out the cigarette, more people walked into the editor-in-chief's office, three older and four younger, some in jackets and some in suits.This is miserable. I don't know how long they will talk after they go in. Moreover, I can't tell which one is the boss.

I can't wait any longer, the editor-in-chief is very busy, maybe I have to wait until the afternoon, until it gets dark, and I won't wait until the time to be alone with the editor-in-chief. Until now, I didn't know which one was the boss.I decided to take the initiative. I knocked on the door, and the voice inside stopped. Someone opened the door, and I saw a 50-year-old man sitting behind the boss's desk, looking at me calmly. He was wearing a gray jacket.The rest were spread out on the sofa and on the chairs across from the boss's desk.This 50-year-old man must be the editor-in-chief.

However, seeing so many people suddenly, I felt that it would be inappropriate to introduce myself in front of them.I pretended to have just discovered so many people, smiled and nodded to the boss and said: "Oh, you are very busy, so I won't bother you." I closed the door, retreated to the smoking room and continued to wait. After half an hour, which was as long as an endless night, the door of the boss's office finally opened, but this time eight people came out, and the boss in the gray jacket also came out.They got into the elevator. I took a few steps to the elevator door, but the elevator door was still stubbornly closed, and then the red number kept shrinking, and the elevator descended layer by layer.Finally, the number becomes minus one.Someone went to the underground parking lot on the first floor, and I thought it must be the editor-in-chief.I didn't know why I was so sure at the time, maybe it was an instinctive reaction.

I walked into another elevator, and the elevator flew straight down, unimpeded, to the B1 floor, and God bless me, so that I could catch up with the editor-in-chief. The elevator door opened, and I saw the editor-in-chief in a gray jacket pull open the door of a blue car, ready to get in, I ran over, stopped the editor-in-chief with outstretched arms, and said out of breath: "Wait a minute, wait a minute." one time." The editor-in-chief looked at me in astonishment, and subconsciously took two steps back.I took out the crumpled resume from my pocket, opened it, handed it to the editor-in-chief, and said: "I want to be a reporter, and I will definitely be the best reporter, please give me a chance. " The editor-in-chief took over my resume, glanced at it hastily, and then looked at me sweating profusely and said, "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry right now, and I'll contact you tomorrow." I watched the editor-in-chief's car drive away slowly, out of the parking lot, I bent down, bowed deeply, and prayed in my heart: God bless me.When he got up again, he was already full of tears.