Entering ChinaOne day, my husband came over with his mobile phone and said that the unit leader had sent a message about a job transfer, thinking that he met the requirements and could consider applying.
I asked:
Is there any difference between changing jobs and my current job? What are the disadvantages?
Unexpectedly, Mr. Mu Ne’s usually did some research, and talked about the difference after the transfer: it involves the coordination of other units, and it may be busier after work, and the current work of picking up and dropping off children needs to be transferred to me.
I then asked:
Will there be any promotions in the current role?
Mr. said embarrassedly that the leader hinted so, but this kind of thing can’t be signed a contract and a ticket, it can only be said that it is a dark box operation with a tacit understanding between the two parties.
The conversation has come to this point. I say:
I disagree.
First, I can’t match the time of the child after school, I need to be picked up by my grandparents, and now my grandfather is not in good health, and you actually take on most of the work of picking up the children. So, you should ask your grandfather for advice.
Second, if you are newly transferred to a department, you have to make some achievements to perform anyway, and your work intensity will become greater. This includes, but is not limited to, unpaid overtime after hours and on-call on weekends.
Third, as your wife, what I ask you to be in good health, not to mention being a high-ranking official, let alone being promoted to one or two levels, that is, the name just sounds good. In this place in Beijing, five division chiefs and three department directors are smashed with a brick, and your little position is really not enough.
However, once you get sick, the blow you have to this home is devastating.
This is the end of this topic.
Yes, I’m the loser who stopped my husband from getting motivated. If my parents and my in-laws knew about this, they would have eaten me alive.
Mr.’s transfer has torn apart the cruel truth of workplace promotion.
The deepest routine of PUA in the workplace is to package squeezing and packaging as an opportunity. On the surface, it is a decent rhetoric of “cooperation and coordination”, but in fact, it cuts family time into a fragmented state of standby; The so-called “tacit black-box operation” is nothing more than a carrot hanging in front of the donkey’s eyes.
When the culture of overtime alienation turns into moral kidnapping, the refusal of young people hides the defense of the dignity of life: in the face of disease, all false ranks are nothing more than a tower on the sand.
This generation of young people has revolutionized the way time is measured. They know how to translate hourly wages into the true cost of late-night overtime:
It is a pity to miss the child’s first bicycle ride,
It is an indicator of the red on the parents’ physical examination report,
It’s the anxiety of gym membership card dust.
This awakening has led young people to begin to vote with their feet, refusing to exchange health for illusory “futures”.
As the German sociologist Hartmut Rosa put it:
In the acceleration society, the person who can protect the autonomy of time is the real aristocracy.
In the field of parent-child education Q&A, I have seen too many tragedies of “shadow dads”:
A child wrote “My Daddy” as “a voice strip on a mobile phone”.
There is a father who was working at the parent-teacher conference site and was smashed by his child’s computer.
There is no progress bar in a child’s childhood, and missing it is permanently off the shelves. When career promotion comes at the cost of absent children’s growth, isn’t this kind of “progressiveness” a sacrifice of the basics?
After all, we work hard to live well, not to make life a sacrifice of work.
