That day, I was at the company and a group of high-level executives who came from the United States to participate in the drafting together changed the PPT to 10 o'clock in the evening.
I am an artist and a screw in the creative team of the entire project. The 160-page PPT has condensed the hard work of 7 teams from two companies in two countries. After working overtime with them for two consecutive weeks, they handed it over The PPT of my one-page team list ordered me to beautify, and my name was not mentioned above.
After the whole presentation was finally revised, the COO offered to drive me home. She is a middle-aged woman with a teenage daughter. I worked overtime with her until the wee hours a long time ago. My colleague reminded me: Don’t work overtime like her, don’t you think she gets old quickly?
There is a big white board in her office with a short essay written by her daughter in English: Although my mother cannot always accompany me like other mothers, she will always be the hero in my heart. It’s just that I hope she can go home earlier sometimes.
I got in the COO's car and accompanied several senior Americans. She sent those Americans to a predetermined Italian restaurant for dinner. The company's garage is on the third floor. As a person who takes a bus to work, this is the first time I have come to the third floor of an office building-I always thought it was a bicycle garage.
She drove towards the exit ramp. This is an extremely steep spiral ramp, rotating upwards around a stout column. She drove up the ramp quickly, and the car was constantly vibrating because of the buffer design on the ramp. It went round and round the pillars. As it drove from the bottom three floors to the ground, it made me dizzy. I don’t know it’s because of myself. Too much overtime or because the ramp turned too many circles, when the car turned to the last lap toward the exit, I even felt a little nauseous.
COO said to the Americans: Milan is safe.
This is the first time I have heard someone say Milan is safe. I sat in the back and thought about it, but I still didn't tell the people in the car about the burglary at home because I worked overtime on the weekend.
After sending the American into the restaurant, the COO entered my home address into the navigation, and I asked her: Is it on the way? She said: By the way, I would love to take you home.
We talked about her daughter's attending a Chinese school during the summer vacation on the road. When approaching my house, she said: I usually drive in the inner ring of Milan, and only when I take you home to find that all have been driven to the outer ring.
She once told me that she also likes Yayoi Kusama, and I said that I also like fornasetti-I used to think that apart from working overtime, there are other similarities, but now I realize that we are actually different people.
It was an ordinary night with overtime work. For the first time, I experienced the taste of driving from the third underground floor of the company to the ground.
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