as pure as a radish

I stepped into the office, while the others sat at their desks and typed keyboards on the screen seemingly intently.

If I were the leader, I would simply let the position of supervisor be vacant for a while, and I would be able to get everyone in the office to cheer up 12 points without bonus incentives, which is beautiful.

After the manager's daily inspections, the office returned to normal. Those who drink water drink water, those who eat breakfast eat breakfast, and those who touch up make-up.The only thing is that those who used to love to chat stopped talking, each of them held back their big moves, and they all knew how to talk less at such a time, so as not to accidentally miss their own big moves, which would harm themselves and the supervisor. Missed.

I was doing as usual, even more relaxed than usual.They were busy fighting among themselves and no one cared about me, a marginal person, so the chores assigned to me were naturally much less.

I took out the brown vase I just bought and three dried gardenias from my bag, and carefully inserted the gardenias in the vase and placed them in a corner of the desk where no one could see them.From now on, this vase of flowers will stay by my side forever, maybe I'm the only one in this world who will pay homage to Y... No, it's Yu Ting, someone should remember her name.

When she was in elementary school, Yu Ting liked doing handicrafts very much.I bought gardenias once, one for her and one for me. The next day she showed me the gardenias she had folded out of white, yellow and green paper. The shape, texture, pistils and branches are all restored very realistically. Anyone who knows gardenias can recognize that she folds the specific species of gardenias, not just the general concept of flowers.

I praised her at the time, "You will definitely become an artist in the future."

There was a gorgeous smile full of childlike innocence on her face, "Then I will hold exhibitions all over the world, no tickets are charged, everyone can come and see."

That year, she was eight years old and I was seven years old.We're a long way from sexual maturity, but...

"Janie, please make this statistical form. If you need it urgently, give it to me before the afternoon." A dialogue window popped up on the computer screen, and Corey, the youngest in the department, talked to me using the company's internal chat tool. Corey has just turned 20 this year, and her school career has been skipping grades and graduating early.This is a master with an extremely flexible mind.

Therefore, what she said to me must not be as simple as it seems on the surface.

So what is the problem with this sentence?I go back a few minutes and start over.Pop up the dialogue window - send me the stat sheet - and let me get it done ASAP.It does feel weird.A thought flashed through me, and I understood. Corey was trying to steal my work for a job or credit.

According to the work practice of the department, all work tasks between the same level and between the upper and lower levels need to be carried out in the form of emails, and the managers, supervisors and other project participants need to be copied.Looking at it positively, this is for convenience and information sharing, but in fact, this approach also plays a very effective role in preventing unscrupulous people from stealing other people's work results.

Corey doesn't send emails, but instead uses an internal chat tool that we basically don't use to ask me to complete a certain job. Her intentions are already obvious.

More importantly, if there are official work tasks such as non-printing and copying, why is it not issued by the manager to me, but by her?Although I am an intern who can be used by anyone, she is far from qualified to issue work tasks to others.

I figured out her strategy, but once I clashed with her because of my stern refusal, a lot of focus would be drawn to me, which would be tantamount to immersing myself in the early battlefield with the most casualties.So I agreed indifferently as usual, but I didn't make this document.

Near noon, Gita, the most careless person in the department, passed by my desk with a glass full of water just connected.I let out a small cry, then bent down to pick up a stack of documents that I knocked and dropped to the ground.The process was a bit slow, and I blocked Gita's way a little bit. Gita clicked his tongue, and bent down to pick up these things blocking the way.

I stopped secretly and listened carefully.Sure enough, there was an ouch from above his head, followed by the sound of water dripping to the ground.

"Computer!" Gita gasped and covered her mouth.

I straightened up, the computer screen went black, and Gita still maintained the posture of holding the water glass with the mouth of the water glass facing down and with her wrists crossed.

Gita said sorry vaguely and ran away.

Corey then walked over, looked at my computer screen, clicked the mouse a few more times, and found that there was no response, and her face began to show anxiety.

This old guy assigned to me by the company has entered the water for the third time, and whether it can survive this time is a very uncertain thing.

"Did you save it?" Corey asked me in an avoidant whisper.

I shook my head sadly, "I'm going to find a colleague from the IT department to fix it right away. It's just... time... hey..."

"You're too careless." Corey scolded me, but what else can I do at this moment, "Forget it, I'll do it for you."

"That's troublesome." I don't need to make new expressions, just continue to be distressed.

I then went to the IT department with the watered part in my arms, stayed there for almost the entire afternoon, and returned to the department before closing time.

Corey's desk is close to the aisle, and I saw her first. She was sitting on a chair with her head held high and the corners of her mouth turned up.She didn't succeed in her plan to steal my manuscript, but judging by her appearance, it seems that she still has a happy event...

On Friday afternoon, other regular employees went to the meeting room for a weekly summary meeting.Interns are not eligible to attend, so I'm in the office area with another intern who just arrived last week.This intern came to the company for a short-term social practice, and left after the two-month practice period expired, which did not involve the issue of becoming a full-time employee in the company. Moreover, she was still preparing her academic year thesis, so she often only came for one morning, and then asked for leave or left early in the afternoon. So her sense of participation in the department is not strong.

It's the same at this moment, I see that she has already started to clear the table and prepare to leave.Before leaving, she walked around to my desk and, taking the opportunity to say goodbye, asked me a professional question.And this question is exactly what is mainly involved in the statistical table that Corey gave me.So Corey stole her work?

I immediately explained to her and asked her why she asked this question.She immediately described in detail what Corey asked her to do when she first arrived at the company that morning to make statistical tables. At the end, she said happily, "I have learned a lot of knowledge, which is great."

It turned out that Corey not only found me, but also found someone else. The quick-witted Zhuer thought everything through.Will she get special attention from her manager because of this stat sheet?Sadly, I think so, maybe she's receiving public praise from her manager right now.That intern is the best in the school, with outstanding professional knowledge and comprehension ability, and Corey is very smart, she made a slight improvement on the statistical form handed over by the intern, which will definitely make people feel better. My eyes lit up.

I looked at the gardenias on the table, and I don't know what kind of craftsmanship was used. The dried flowers kept the gardenias in their most beautiful bloom.

"Old Yu, what do you want to do if you don't die? Are you sitting in the office like me and fighting each other? This is also a way to make people admit defeat, but I don't know if it's more fun like yours or mine... ..."