Recently, the upstairs unit seems to have changed the work system, and suddenly there are many young people, all young men in their twenties and thirties, all engineers, writing ** in an office.
Every day, when I look at the point, the takeaway brother runs to the office and is diligent, they are not local, they don't listen to the accent of speaking, they basically eat takeout, and take the bus back to the place where they live at night with a computer bag on their backs.
Once upon a time, you were like this, where a project in the company was, you had to go to **, stay in an unfamiliar place for a few weeks, months or even longer, until the project was over, and then go to another place.
Sometimes, in order to save accommodation fees, I don't live in a hotel or a hostel, and sometimes I get off work very late, and I have to accept all kinds of tempers and listen to the trivial things of the day.
Recently, when I looked at those young engineers, I suddenly felt that I was so ignorant back then. But it seems too late.
I used to think that this was the kind of software engineering that was studied in college. Then the development, implementation, and testing of these software should be very commonplace.
It's like studying medicine. Becoming a doctor was his inevitable choice.
But recently, I realized that during that time, I really didn't have a good understanding of your work, your contradictions and confusions. Do you even think you've learned these? You should knock on the **. If you don't knock **, it's a bit hypocritical.
As the saying goes, do not do unto others as you would have them do unto you. During that time, I focused more on wages and income. Focus on leaving your current environment without ever thinking about your stress.
Look at those engineers these days. Knocking**. Among them there is development, there is testing. I know that every link is indispensable.
It's like the middle of the night will also receive **. Keep checking for vulnerabilities. In fact, not everyone has chosen the right path. It shouldn't be unclear that it prevents you from looking for new directions.
In the swaying of time, what exists is the people of the past, the things of the past, and the cognition of the past, which can no longer be declared.
I really hope that there is a horn that can wake up the former self and everything that once was. No regrets in the past. I hope that people in the past can come out and face reality and responsibility. Emotion