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What is the darkest overtime experience?
The darkest overtime experience was when it was dark and windy, and I was secretly in someone else's unit that night. ...

Many years ago, when computers were luxury goods. If you can own a computer, how enviable it is! It would be even worse if we could have a typewriter! If the typewriter can still type colored words, it will be simple. ...

But it was at that time that my graduation thesis was asked to be printed. A 5000-word paper, it's more difficult for me to see the keyboard typing word by word than to ascend to heaven. I found a friend to type it. But when I look back, because he doesn't know English, his mistake is terrible. Correcting mistakes is also a big project. But the deadline is just around the corner. What can we do?

It suddenly occurred to my husband that there is a computer and a color printer in his office. But being led by one person occupies the game and doesn't let others touch it. Definitely not during the day. Use it secretly at night. So, after work, we sneaked into his office and began to revise the paper. By the way, look for information on the internet to supplement and enrich the content of the paper that lacks information.

But the first time I used the mouse and printer, everything was unfamiliar and the progress was very slow. Typing data will not be monochrome, but all in color. The first one stayed up all night, frantically downloaded information from the Internet and printed it out. Before going to work during the day, I secretly went home to sort out the information. Wait until evening, then sneak into his office to work overtime. The second stayed up all night and finished printing the whole paper. Afraid of being discovered by his leader, we deleted the traces of surfing the internet. After a sleepless night of one day and two nights, I finally submitted my thesis smoothly, but after that unbearable experience of secretly working overtime, I dare not do it again in my life.

The next day, when the leader printed something, he found that all the colored ink was used up, and he was still talking to himself, "Strange? I haven't printed these days, how come there is no ink? " Husband almost snickered out loud. ...