Chapter 12 Onboarding
During the day, while shopping with Ma Xiaohe, Song Lubai learned that Ma Xiaohe had already met someone and was about to get engaged.
"Isn't this too fast? Was it really necessary to be in such a hurry?"
Song Lubai was incredulous.
They graduated from high school not long ago, less than a year ago, how come they're already getting engaged?
Ma Xiaohe blushed and said, "Actually, I've only met him a few times, but I think he's alright. He's in the army, and we'll get married once the marriage application is approved."
Song Lubai's eyes widened. "You're going to join the army? Does that mean I won't see you more than a few times a year?"
Ma Xiaohe nodded, her tone tinged with reluctance, "That's probably right, but their base isn't far away; it only takes a few hours by car."
"How's your job going? If you still haven't found one, I'll talk to my dad and ask him to let you take over my job after I leave. I'll be joining the military after I leave. My girlfriend said that if I want to work, I can apply. I'm a high school graduate, which is considered highly educated in the military, so it'll be easier for me to apply for a job through the organization."
Song Lubai shook her head, "I've got news about my job..."
Monday was Song Lubai's first day back at work.
He had a military green cloth bag slung across his body, wore a plaid shirt that was almost completely faded from washing, and indigo trousers. His hair was neatly combed and tied into two braids.
The Qiyi Subdistrict Office is neither too far nor too close to the food factory; it's less than a half-hour walk away.
There is a school across from the street office, and the basketball court is right across from the street office.
When Song Lubai arrived at the office, it wasn't officially time for work yet, but most of the people in the office had already arrived.
"Comrade, I am the newly arrived household registration officer, my name is Song Lubai."
The middle-aged woman, wearing black-rimmed glasses and looking quite serious, sized up Song Lubai. After looking her over, she nodded slightly and said, "We roughly know about your situation, but we still need to register you. Go find Zhao Lei, register, and then come back to me."
Song Lubai could sense the rejection in the other person's eyes, but she didn't know why.
From the moment she entered the office, people were staring at her, not because she was a new face.
The subdistrict office has a secretary, a director, and a secretary. The middle-aged woman is the director of the Qiyi Subdistrict Office.
While registering her personal information, Zhao Lei explained the general situation of the subdistrict office to her.
Zhao Lei is also a household registration officer.
The most common people in a neighborhood office are household registration officers.
"Comrade Zhao, what are the daily tasks of a household registration clerk?"
Zhao Lei said, "We are mainly responsible for the security management of our own area. The most common thing we do is to go out on patrol. If we receive a report from the public, we have to report it to the police station and go to the door with the police officers to verify the situation. When we see suspicious people on the street, we also have an obligation to go up and question them. In short, we have to ensure the safety of the residents."
It doesn't sound complicated at all.
Moreover, everyone has dealt with people from the neighborhood committee office before.
If relatives come to visit on weekdays, the neighborhood committee and the local police station will come to investigate the next day.
Song Lubai lowered her voice: "Comrade Zhao, how much is my monthly salary?"
Zhao Lei whispered, "I'm twenty-three, just like the Party Secretary and the Director."
Song Lubai was incredulous.
Why do managers and junior staff members receive the same salary?
Zhao Lei didn't want to say much, and said vaguely, "Although our place looks good, it's only on the surface."
Where is the good spot? Patrolling the streets, he's imposing and no one dares to underestimate him.
Some people with bad class backgrounds have to ask the neighborhood office for leave before going out. Whenever the neighborhood office staff come to visit, no one dares to refuse to open the door and receive them.
From the outside, the work of the neighborhood committee seems really good, but in terms of salary and benefits, it is not as good as that of factory workers or other units.
Seeing Director Wang leave with the enamel mug, Song Lubai asked in a low voice, "Why do I feel like Director Wang has a problem with me?"
Zhao Lei glanced at her. "Huh? I don't know why either. Maybe it's just your imagination."
Zhao Lei knew why, but he just didn't want to say it.
The previous household registration officer was transferred to the public security system through connections, so a position became vacant. Although the job of a household registration officer cannot be compared with other units, it is still considered a good job.
There are plenty of unemployed young people in the city, and the employment office records a large number of unemployed young people who are lacking jobs.
If you can't find a job in the city, you can only go to the county seat or the township.
Doesn't that just make city jobs seem more valuable?
Director Wang happened to have a daughter who was also waiting for a job, but unfortunately, she didn't get one.
No wonder she finds Song Lubai pleasing to the eye.
But how can you easily share gossip about your superiors with someone who's just arrived?
However, the fact that this newcomer was able to get this job proves that her family is well-off, so there's no need to offend her.
Zhao Lei thought of so much in the short time he looked down.
After registering her information, Song Lubai went to report to Director Wang.
Director Wang pointed to the various rules and regulations posted on the wall and said indifferently, "Take some time to memorize them. You can't be late for work. You can't go to do your own things during patrols. Our work is related to the safety of the residents in this area, so we can't be careless..."
After finishing his speech with a long face, Director Wang took out several yellowed notebooks from his drawer.
"You need to organize the information from this past month, making sure the page is neat and clean, with no typos. Tomorrow... never mind, you're new here, so give it to me within the next couple of days."
Song Lubai glanced through the slightly worn notebook and immediately retorted, "Two days isn't enough. How can you possibly finish a month's worth of content in two days?"
Are you kidding her?
Since you already dislike me, I might as well speak out about it; it's better than suffering in silence.
After he finished speaking, the office fell into an eerily quiet silence.
Director Wang looked up, his face full of disapproval. "Young comrades should be able to endure hardship and be hardworking. When they encounter a problem, instead of thinking about how to solve it, they immediately say no. If you can do it, then do it; if you can't, then leave."
If an ordinary young girl were to be said that in public, she would not only be unable to lift her head or her legs, but she would also be frozen in place with red eyes.
But Song Lubai became much braver after being beaten by Lin Dahai at home.
She could still laugh. "Director, don't be angry. It's not that I can't do it, but I'm new here after all. I still need to figure out how to write it. You assigned me such an important task as soon as I arrived. I'm a little flattered. I want to do the job well, so it will take some time, right? How about you give me two more days?"
Director Wang was very surprised.
When she was lecturing with a stern face, none of the young men in the office dared to argue with her, but this little girl could still laugh and calmly and logically buy herself time.
With everyone in the office watching, any further outbursts would make her seem like she was making a mountain out of a molehill and bullying the newcomer.
"Then let's do it for three days."
As she spoke, she took out a notebook from the drawer. "Look, this is a record of the past. Just write it according to the format shown here."
As Song Lubai was about to take the notebook away, Director Wang said again, "You can look at it here; you can't take it away."
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