urban security

The new construction worker is a young man. He has an oval face, which is the symbol of handsomeness. But he is thin and not very tall. Even though he is new here and still a novice at work, he is young after all.

Although I have communicated with him several times, I still don't know his name. Forget it, I'll just call him "Hey!" or "Construction Worker". He comes out every day, and goes to that construction site. He takes a look at this place, walks around that place. And what else? He communicates and learns with every worker who makes the support piles. Sometimes he chats with those masters.

One day I saw him holding a blueprint. It was a picture of a steel cage. When I saw it, I thought it was so simple, and I thought I could make it, so I could be a construction worker. It's not that simple, this. Well, there are some fun things, I suddenly have to, because I don't know if it's Word or CAD, but for simple things like this, Word is fine, anyway, even if you use CAD. I have had some experience with that, so I can't do it. To be a worker like him, this person instantly felt more balanced.

People often look down on me. Although I don't care, I often feel aggrieved. After seeing the drawing of the young construction worker, my confidence increased. I also know a little about computer software.

I can do what that guy does, so how should we put it? I am not inferior to him. It’s just that he has a good relative and a good acquaintance, so he was brought into the project department.

Since he asked me to help him last time, I felt good about myself. When he needed to measure again, I stepped forward. Because no one cooperated with him, he needed someone to hold a benchmark. When he looked at the point benchmark, I helped him, and then we became familiar with each other. I felt that I could talk to him, but he didn't have that kind of feeling.

When he passed the security booth, I called him. He seemed reluctant. He thought he was very noble. His expression and actions disappointed me. I felt uncomfortable and left out. I thought, after all, he is from the project department and there is still a wall between him and us security guards.

Do you want to get along? Because. They are high and mighty, they think they are high and mighty. Anyway, if we can get along, then we can get along. If we can't, then forget it. Who cares? If he gets angry, then he gets angry. Well, I'll just live my life. He's self-righteous, so I don't need to bother with him. No matter what. Just live your life to your own level.

Just because we've gotten to know each other better today, I can't be on equal footing with that young man. I understand the truth, but nephew, we can never be together.

Just like them, do you envy other men? I see you and us security guards the same way. You have to have tinted glasses. Before, people with status were different from those without status. However, self-proclaimed status is not a good thing. Since then, I have been in this project.

I am now. They haven't either, and the young worker hasn't asked me to help him with anything. Of course, they will still call you when they need help.

Even if we are not happy, we still have to cooperate. You must know that it is all for that little bit of money. Although I have heard of stories of people who would not bend for a few pieces of silver, I have never seen such a person. Really, the principles instilled in us when we were young are rarely put into practice in reality.