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You can choose how you make mistakes

You can choose how you make mistakes

By Leonna BellPublished 3 years ago • 3 min read

Dear Ms. Xiaoye,

When I received your resignation, I felt that I suddenly faced myself again at the age of twenty, who was strong, unyielding, and uncompromising.

You say you like the freedom, the way you choose to grow. I agree, the atmosphere in the company is tense, I have been trying to create a lively free and easy space, but failed, this is my negligence, I want to tell you, everyone can choose their own private life, private and business sometimes overlap together, inseparable, which requires a good judgment. When I was young, I used to use the company as a place to fall in love, when the boss met me, and did not criticize me, his acquiescence actually stimulated me to become even worse, I began to idly touch the love of the company all the time. At the end of that year, my salary returned to the "factory setting" state, I did not choose to cry, I told myself: growth is a price to pay, their own mistakes to pay for themselves, there is no love for no reason in the world.

You say you hate the boss, think the boss is the world's most smelly word, I still agree. After the identification should be accumulated, rather than all-weather complaining, blindly complaining, will destroy your body and future. I remember that when I first went to work, I always thought that the company was negative for me, I was an absolute lost one, jumped several times, lost several times, and even lost my unforgettable love for this reason, I understood: In the dark night, we have to learn to be an owl, away from the darkness, to find their own place, we need to have talent, ambition, ideal, in the most basic work at the same time, do not forget their hobbies, maybe one day, it will become the mainstay of your life in the sky.

You say you hate the boss, in your eyes, the boss does not understand human feelings, carp, the relationship between you and me is incompatible, you often say: women why bother women! You don't know my pressure, but I know your mood, I sometimes swear, but I always tell myself to learn to converge, because everyone has their own dignity, there will be endless work waiting for you and me every day, our position is different, but the soul is equal, the first time I see you cry, the heart is depressed, I want to run over, The fragrance of their own flowing in front of you, but I can't, because here is the company, is the workplace, is the taste of a "hospital", every workplace people are sick, heart disease led by the body disease, we have to learn to decompress, in the normal work state, learn to adjust their eyes and life.

From then on, I want to learn to become an understanding woman, approachable boss, if I pass in front of your eyes, no smile, please look at my eyes, she can tell you, my expectations of you, your tolerance, your touching and love.

You are more than ten years younger than me, it is a good age to make mistakes, mistakes are not terrible, but we have to learn to choose the way to make mistakes, we can not violate the principle, can not make a fuss, not to play with alcohol and their lives, the body is their only property, if cheap, sink, waiting for us I am afraid only irredeably.

Growth needs to pay a price, either you pay, or someone pays for you, in such a narrow chest stuffy company, don't you think we learn a lot of things? Criticism lets us learn to endure, suffering lets us learn to cling, crying lets us learn to be confident, all these elements, are indispensable in the balance of life, but in different places.

Finally, dear Ms. Leaf, congratulations on your growing up, because I found the courage and strength of life in your resignation.

Your boss: An old woman.

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    Written by Leonna Bell