That's 1985. I have every reason to walk into this turnstile. After leaving my lifeless nursing career, I spent a year and a half learning Xu Guozhang English on the radio for three years. I've been waiting for my chance. ? I got up my courage, walked through the majestic revolving door and my inner call, and walked into the Beijing office of IBM, the world's largest information industry company. ?

The interview is like a sieve. After two rounds of written examination and one round of oral examination, I successfully filtered the tight mesh. Finally, the examiner asked me if I could type, and I said reflexively: Yes! ? "How much can you play in a minute?" ? "What are your requirements?" ? The examiner said the standard, and I immediately agreed. I looked around and found a typewriter in the examination room. Sure enough, the examiner said that I would try typing again when I was admitted next time.

I have never touched a typewriter. After the interview, I flew back, borrowed from my relatives and friends 170 yuan and bought a typewriter. I played day and night for a week, and my hands were so tired that I couldn't even carry chopsticks to eat. I miraculously knocked out the professional typist's It took me months to pay off this debt, and IBM has been testing my typing skills.

I became the most ordinary employee of this world-famous enterprise.

In the earliest days of working at IBM, I played a humble role, making tea and pouring water, cleaning, all of which were the work of my head and limbs. I used to feel inferior and even hoped to touch the fax machine, which is a symbol of high technology in my mind. I just feel relieved in a safe and nutritious environment.

However, the inner balance was quickly broken. Once I drove a flatbed back to buy office supplies, and was stopped by the doorman at the entrance of the building, deliberately checking my foreign company work permit. I have a certificate, and I am deadlocked at the door. People coming in and out cast strange eyes. My heart is full of humiliation, but I can't vent it. I secretly swear: "It won't be long before I promise others to stop me at any door."

One thing hit my sensitive heart hard. There is a female employee in Hong Kong who is very old. She always drives others to do things for her, so I naturally become a person driven by her. One day, her face was gloomy. She shouted at me, "Juliet (my English name), please tell me if you want to drink coffee!" " "I'm so surprised that I don't know what to say. She shouted, "If you want to drink my coffee, please cover it every time. I suddenly realized that she regarded me as a thief who often stole her coffee. This is an insult to my personality. I suddenly trembled all over, like an angry lion, and my inner depression broke out completely. Afterwards, I said to myself: One day, I want to be able to control anyone in the company, whether foreigners or Hong Kong people.

Inferiority can overwhelm people like a mountain and make you silent forever. It can also generate powerful power like a camera. I want the status quo and lead myself from the bottom. I spend 6 hours more on work and study than others every day, so I am the representative of the same group of employers. Then, the same effort made me approve local managers, and then approved people who went to American headquarters to do strategy. Finally, I am the general manager of IBM South China. In return for this extra effort.

What do I care? ? Being one step ahead of others can make you feel better. There is a company in Japan.