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As an indirect office worker, the schedule here really gives off an extremely enviable appeal: getting off work early! Working hours start at 08:15 and end at 16:45. Being able to leave before five is practically a luxurious privilege in today’s generally long-hours work environment. Although the lunch break has been reduced to just half an hour, making the pace of the entire day sound so tight that you hardly dare relax, the reward is extremely attractive. When I watch my office colleagues walk out the door before sunset, I always feel as though I’ve gained a little more life than everyone else. For those pursuing work-life balance, this is undoubtedly a dream come true. This model of exchanging trivial, scattered breaks for a complete period of rest means that work no longer occupies the entire day, leaving plenty of time to pursue personal interests or spend time with family. Objectively speaking, as long as you can adapt to the fast pace and brief moments to catch your breath, being able to return to your family and personal life before dark gives this position a unique competitive advantage in the job market that makes people want to take a second look.
People working as direct personnel really have to get used to working overtime until 20:15 every day. I’m quite impressed with myself for managing to adapt to this high-pressure job, where meal breaks are only half an hour each and there isn’t even a ten-minute break at night. Although I become extremely dazed from the afternoon into the evening, which is the hardest time to endure, once you get through it, it’s yours. Thinking about it another way: for the sake of my beloved sons, I’ve gotten used to it, and that’s that. On the production line, you’re constantly being chased by the workload. As long as there are goods, our hands can’t stop. Sometimes I have to hold my urine until it becomes unbearable, or my shoulders and neck are already stiff and painful, but when I look at the endless stream of goods, I can only accept it. There’s no choice—the team leader often says, “If you’re going to be picky about the job, then don’t come to work.” Once you enter the factory, you have to learn to become one with the machines. Although my shoulders and neck are unbearably sore by the end of the day, when I look at the overtime pay each month, I can only smile and tell myself: What else can I do if I don’t get used to it?