其实,在我将“打工”这个念头付诸行动之前,我曾有千百种关于打工的不切实际的想法。我幻想着自己提一个小菜蓝,满脸辛酸地在十字路卖白菜,这时最好正在播放《火柴天堂》这类凄苦的歌曲;或者戴一顶小红帽,在酒店的大堂来来回回穿梭,碰上熟悉的人来吃饭,可以豪爽地拍一拍同事的肩:“那是我朋友,这顿我请了!”“你的想法太幼稚。”这是大我八岁的表姐给出的唯一 In fact, before I put the idea of ​​“working” into action, I had hundreds of unrealistic ideas about working. I fantasize myself to mention a small blue, face bitter to sell cabbage on the crossroads, this time is best to play “Match Heaven” such miserable songs; or wearing a Little Red Riding Hood in the hotel lobby shuttle back and forth, Encounter the familiar people to eat, you can boldly take a colleague’s shoulder: “It is my friend, this Dayton I invited! ” “Your idea is too naive. ” This is a big eight-year-old The only cousin given