Because the higher the position, the more choices you have and the more power you have to decide.
When I was a clerk, I always quarreled with the old section chief - I wouldn't let him smoke in the office. As soon as he smoked, I opened all the windows, and the old man, who was almost 60 years old, was freezing and sneezing one sneeze after another. Later, our deputy mayor in charge and the mud let the two of us go out for a day, and we were safe for a whileAs a result, the temperature dropped sharply in the depths of winter, and neither of us wanted to go out to suffer the cold, so we started arguing again. The old section chief said angrily: I am the section chief, you are the section chief, I said that I can smoke in the office, just smoke in the office!
At that time, he was young and vigorous, and the old section chief might be second-tier one day, so I was not afraid of him at all, so I went to the mayor without hesitation. The mayor of the town couldn't cry or laugh, saying that he had been in the class for decades and saw a fight because of this for the first time, and then comforted me and said, he is an old section chief, you have to listen to him, it's really not okay, you go to hide somewhere else when he smokes.
I muttered, why didn't anyone smoke in the secretary's room.
The mayor of the town said that if you are the secretary, as long as you don't like to smoke, no one in the whole town will dare to smoke with you, let alone smoke with you, and you won't dare to smoke in front of you. When you become a secretary, you can stipulate that smoking is not allowed with the unit.
I said, I can't be a secretary.
The mayor said, if you can't be a secretary, you should work hard to be a section chief first, and when you become a section chief, you must first stipulate that smoking is not allowed in the office.
At that moment, I felt that she was simply making too much sense.
A few years later, I moved from the township to the district, and I did become a section chief, so I didn't need to squeeze an office with a large group of people, and I could justifiably ask for a non-smoking ban in the office. Of course, the little girl who smoked longer than the working years secretly smoked a few puffs of e-cigarettes, and I also turned a blind eye. Another little girl in the office put her arm next to me and said that she wanted to come to me, saying that the director of their office had at least half a box a day, and she liked to smoke at the door, and every day they were forced to smoke second-hand smoke, and they were so uncomfortable that they died.
Looking at the little girl's clear eyes, I don't know if I should tell her what the mayor once said to me.