jdhmnovel Chapter 218 Song Lala's Job Hunting Diary 8
Chapter 218 Song Lala's Job Hunting Diary 8
Honey, have you started looking for a job yet?
Song Xianyin was stunned for a moment when she received the message.
After the holiday started, she and her roommate lost contact.
Song Xianyin answered honestly.
Where are you now? What did you say when HR asked you about your expected salary?
Song Xianyin typed: [City A, 6k, but I think 5k is fine now.]
6k? Do you know how high the cost of living is in City A? You'd need a job paying over 10k to survive in City A.
Song Xianyin was completely bewildered. Surely it shouldn't be that you need 10k to survive?
The rich have their way of life, and the poor have theirs.
Her mother also said that her aunt works two jobs in City A and only makes four thousand yuan a month, and she can still make a living.
Song Xianyin replied hesitantly: "10k is too high. I haven't even graduated yet, and my school isn't even a prestigious one."
She thought asking for 6k was already outrageous, but she never expected there were people even more outrageous than her.
【This isn't high at all! This is City A, you can't lower your standards, you have to look for jobs in the 10k range!】
Song Xianyin frowned. Really? Is she really worth that much money?
But they won't even give me 6k, let alone 10k. I'll find a job first.
The reply came quickly: "Please, if you only want 6k, don't even bother going to City A. Just stay in your hometown. Earning so little won't even cover your expenses."
Song Xianyin really wanted to argue that six thousand was enough, and there were single rooms in urban villages for two thousand. Besides, not everyone in City A could earn ten thousand.
"Do you have any friends in City A? Do they all earn 10,000 yuan a month?" Song Xianyin asked hesitantly.
The person on the other end didn't answer her question, but simply repeated their opinion: "Seriously, if your salary is less than 10,000, don't stay in City A. Salaries in City A are generally 20,000 to 30,000."
Song Xianyin felt something was off; she felt like she was in a fake City A.
This conversation also put a lot of pressure on Song Xianyin.
Is it really impossible to stay in City A if you have less than 10,000? But she can't possibly get that much.
Song Xianyin sighed and ordered takeout.
Actually, the takeout wasn't outrageously expensive; it might have been pre-cooked food, so it wasn't as expensive as she imagined.
The food arrived quickly.
She ordered a spicy hot pot, thinking that when you're stressed, you should eat something spicy to numb your mind.
She was eating when she suddenly saw a hair in her food.
Song Xianyin stared silently at the hair on the chopsticks. Well, City A, in this respect, it's no different from other cities.
Should she throw it away? But this spicy hot pot cost her 35 yuan...
A girl was cooking in the kitchen, and the aroma of the food kept wafting into Song Xianyin's nose. She was so pitiful, but she didn't like cooking.
"Forget it."
Hair? She sometimes finds her mother's hair in her food at home.
It's not like we ate shit.
She endured it!
The ten thousand yuan kept echoing in her mind, and Song Xianyin felt extremely headache-inducing.
Is it because she's too incompetent that she can't earn 10,000 yuan? But when she browses the forum, she sees that many graduates from prestigious universities only earn around 8,000 yuan.
But her roommate spoke with great certainty...
The boss who interviewed Song Xianyin yesterday messaged her again, asking if she had made up her mind.
Song Xianyin certainly wouldn't go.
What kind of international joke is this? He can give her as much as he wants. If he gave her three thousand yuan, would she agree to it?
Song Xianyin searched online for a lot of information and finally found a suitable response to reject the offer.
Hello, I was honored to receive your offer. However, due to some discrepancies between the specific job duties and my own preferences, I am unable to accept the offer. I apologize for taking up your time and hope to have the opportunity to cooperate with you again in the future.
Song Xianyin looked at the message with satisfaction; it was reasonable, well-founded, and very polite.
She waited nervously for the boss to send her a message.
This was the first time she had ever formally rejected someone.
Just then, the other side replied with a message: [1]
Song Xianyin: ...
It's a shame she spent so long searching for a template; she should have just told her she wasn't going.
Her counselor still sends her messages every day, sometimes several at a time, and the class monitor also starts sending her messages, asking if she has found a job yet.
Regarding the internship certificate, she had actually bought one online beforehand, specifically to deal with the school's inspections.
As a result, the school created trouble for itself by sending teachers to check the address on her certificate to see if she was actually working there. Song Xianyin was completely unaware of all this.
By the time she found out, her internship certificate had already been returned.
Sometimes she really felt that there was something wrong with the school, and now, well, it's made everyone unhappy.
"Why are you in such a hurry for me to find a job?!" Song Xianyin lay on the bed in despair.
If her identity in this world were something like a CEO's daughter, she wouldn't have encountered so much trouble.
She hadn't been in a breakdown for long when her dad called her again.
"Don't be so picky, you know? You're lucky to have a job at all, why are you being so picky?"
"Your uncle said he has a friend who also works in City A. Ask him if he can help you."
Song Xianyin gave a perfunctory reply.
She wouldn't go to her uncle; before, when she did, he just went to the factory to move wood.
She was so tired every day that she couldn't eat, and on the third day she cried to her mother that she wanted to go home.
Song Xianyin had an interview this afternoon, so she packed her things and set off.
There are so many electric bikes on the roadside, more than people.
People riding electric bikes sped across the pedestrian crossing, and Song Xianyin was always terrified whenever she walked across it.
"Give way, give way."
An electric scooter sped past, leaving a trail of smoke in its wake.
Song Xianyin took a deep breath; the taste of freedom.
She saw news reports about terrorists who specifically targeted and killed children and girls. When will there be terrorists who would kill men smoking in public places?
If the school, teachers, parents, and she herself continue to put so much pressure on her, she might become a terrorist.
Song Xianyin arrived at the interview site just like that.
She observed her surroundings; the atmosphere here wasn't as somber as at the first company she'd worked at.
"Please wait a moment." The receptionist politely poured Song Xianyin a glass of water.
Song Xianyin noticed that several girls had brought cotton dolls with them, so it seemed that this company was quite good.
Song Xianyin also started to get nervous. She accepted the low salary even though the company had such a great atmosphere.
It seems that she can't have both a relaxed work environment and a good salary.