On Sunday, the closing time was 5: 30, but although I persisted until the end, I asked the director to wait for me for a few minutes before leaving work. Because I haven't finished my work, there are still a few iron cores to be installed, and I ended up being the last one in the whole workshop. However, it won't happen again and I won't be in this workshop in the future. No more scenes of me working hard! Because, I'm gone, and I'll never come again!
Seriously, when the director asked me if I was happy working here, I hesitated. I thought for a few seconds. First of all, let me talk about my feelings about this workshop. I'm happy because I don't sweat when I work here. It has good heat dissipation equipment: the top is sprayed with water, the ceiling is insulated, and there are many horn fans and ceiling fans on the wall. At first, there were many summer jobs, and everyone talked and laughed. Although I had to work overtime every night, I felt that time passed quickly.
I still remember my cousin Shuling took me in. I still remember that day (July 26th) afternoon, it rained heavily. I rode my bike to that company alone, and waited outside in the rain, waiting for my cousin to come out and take me in! Despise the doorman here. I asked him if he had hired a summer job. He refused and never hired a summer job. I thought: no? Then what is my cousin? Isn't she a summer job? Does she do long-term work? Then, the doorman sat there, completely ignoring me! Leave me alone! Put on an expression that asked me to hit him with my bike. I just hold my horses, keep silent and keep waiting. At that time, if my cousin didn't come out again, I would have left like this morning! And my cousin came out. My cousin went into the gatehouse and told the recruiter that she had been scolded. Finally, I have to find the workshop director Lian (she thinks she is very talented) to take care of my affairs. When I entered the workshop, many people looked up at me (so handsome) Sitting next to my cousin, the director enthusiastically introduced the work: installing iron core. Two coils, with an iron core in the middle, then tie two copper wires together, take them to a welding machine for welding, put on a sleeve and press them on the sheath (please allow me to call that thing), and it's done!
I have to work overtime until 9 pm, and the director asked me to open the line. She took me to a wire stripper and performed in front of me, and then I understood. The next day, I stayed there all day, facing the machine. Although my eyes are closed, my hands are still fiddling with those wires, because if I don't, it will be messy. From sleepy to awake, and then from awake to sleepy. One day is spent in this cycle.
On the third morning, I continued to drive. By that time, I have opened more than XX0 lines. I asked the handsome guy opposite, and he told me to keep driving. I'm thinking: when will it open? It's past XX0! When I was depressed where the line was opened, the director finally came over. She said: there should be enough wires. Come and weld the wires! Oh, I can finally accept new things and new jobs. I still sit back in my original position, next to my cousin. The director brought a coil and demonstrated it in front of me. I put it in my head and remembered it at once. In this way, my job is settled: wire bonder.
After working for so many days, from July 26th to August 22nd, I feel that I am not a college student, but a wage earner. When I worked hard to weld the wire, put on the iron core, and signed the bill with a pen, my hands were hard and I felt that I hadn't held a pen for a long time. It feels strange to hold a pen, and I want to eat with it in the future.
Writing every day makes me feel different, because every day's memories are different. This is my first time to work in a factory and sign a formal labor contract with others for the first time. Although I didn't read the contract clearly, I signed it, but because I was working in the summer, after all, my working hours were not long. The benefits enjoyed should be different. I don't know if it's illegal for factories to recruit people below 16 to do summer jobs. As a legal person, I should get to the bottom of it. I didn't do that because the factory is still good for us.
It says, I don't want to write a summer social practice report. In a word, in this unforgettable summer vacation, I learned a lot that production workers can do. What can't I do in the future? It's like saying: My Bruce is on the roof!