Looking back at my work experience, the most shocking thing I experienced was working as a sales associate at a mobile phone store for three months shortly after graduation.

This exposed me to the lives of grassroots workers.
There were two young female colleagues who married very young, both married to middle-aged divorced men with children.
The male colleagues looked down on them; they said having a car and a house was pretty good.
And I, a tall and handsome college student, because I was just a sales associate, none of the female colleagues liked me or pursued me.
After three months, by chance, I was transferred by the headquarters to work as an editor, and from then on, I sat in an office, no longer nourished by such vivid life experiences.
Otherwise, I might have become a writer, with a place in Shenzhen’s working-class literature.
If I had been a sales associate for 10 years, writing about the store manager and cashiers falling in love, colluding to embezzle company assets;
employees’ dorms with men and women living together, leading to criminal cases...
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