Chapter 2 — Cup of Water Punishment H ai Van

I'm so used to hearing this question. Every time they forget the process, they end up asking me a question, are you responsible? I'm the administrative secretary, not their substitute. “Manager Han, the regulations are made by the administrative department. If you have an emergency situation, you can seek special approval from General Manager Phuong.” He glared at me, turned and went straight to Phuong Vi's office. Fifteen minutes later, an approval notice appeared in the system. Phuong Vi personally approved. In the afternoon, someone from the finance department also came to find me with the contract. "Ngu Ha, please lend me your seal for a bit. This will have to be sent to the partner company tomorrow." I raised my eyes: "Have you applied for a stamp yet?" "There's no time, just let me pay first, add later." Before, I would probably remind her not to forget next time, and then help her take out the seal. But today I returned the application. “The department head signed it, then submitted it to administration for approval.” She was immediately impatient. “There's really no time left.” I don't follow through at all. “So go sign now, the faster you submit it, the faster it will be approved.” She looked at me for a long moment. I bowed my head and continued processing my form. A few days later, the planning department, the marketing department, the technical department, one by one came to find me. The reasons are similar, customers suddenly arrive, contracts suddenly rush, meetings suddenly change, materials are suddenly needed. All of the company's sudden events must ultimately be digested by me alone. I only replied with one question: "Please follow the procedure." After talking too much, they started to get angry. Actually, I'm also angry, but just think of that surveillance camera photo, my mother holding a paper cup and standing at the door curled up. I don't want to be soft-hearted at all. 4 Another week passed, and the company's large group began to get excited. Someone from the sales department asked. "Do meeting rooms have to be pre-registered now? What if customers suddenly arrive?" I immediately replied: "Follow the procedure, in case of emergency, contact the general director of administration for special approval." Phuong Vi did not speak. If she gives special approval every day, it's like admitting the rules are inherently impractical. If she doesn't approve, the job won't get done. This is not because I'm stuck in the process. It's normal for her to rely on gratitude to cover up the process. When it's really time to follow the rules, no one can stand it. Colleagues text in groups more and more. “Could stamping be a little faster?” “The department head is on a business trip, what should I do if I can't sign?” "The stationery quota has been used up, what is the process to receive more?" “To entertain temporary customers, should we just let them wait in the lobby?” I sat at work, looking at each message. These problems were not non-existent before. It's just that people have never taken it to heart, because I will handle it. I will fill all the holes before Phuong Vi gets angry. Duong Pham sneaked closer: "Sister Ha, you are so evil." “I just stopped the extra work I did before.” He was stunned for a moment and didn't speak anymore. In the afternoon, Phuong Vi called me into the office. “Ngu Ha, recently all departments have reported that administrative coordination efficiency is too low.” “Someone has complained that you did not fulfill your responsibilities.” I placed the regulation booklet on her desk. "General Manager Phuong, these past few days all my projects have been recorded in the system, the processing time is not overdue." "Can you see if I'm not fulfilling my responsibilities?" She stared at me. “Rules are rules, work is work, you can't be so rigid about everything.” I almost burst out laughing. “General Manager Phuong, you didn't say that last week.” “She said the rules are the rules, and if they violate them, there will be consequences.” “I poured my mother a glass of water, she deducted twenty thousand from me.” I paused a bit. “Now I do everything according to the rules, but you say I'm rigid.” Phuong Vi's face darkened. “Ngu Ha, are you angry with me?” “No.” I nh

look at her. “I'm just afraid of being punished again.” "A glass of water can also be deducted 20,000. If I arbitrarily coordinate the meeting room, stamp, and entertain customers for someone else, wouldn't that mean I would be forced to pay compensation until I go bankrupt?" She choked a little. After a long while, she opened her mouth. “You can go now.” I stood up. When she reached the door, she spoke again. “Ngu Ha, smart people won't block their own path.” I grabbed the door handle and stopped for two seconds. “General Manager Phuong, honest people should not be forced to the point where they have no way to go.” Having finished speaking, I pushed the door open. 5 The second week, the company really started to go crazy. On Monday, the marketing department wanted to organize an offline event, and tomorrow morning's supplies were needed. Before, when they called, I would go find the storekeeper to say hello first. If the ticket is wrong, I will help correct it. If there is a missing signature, I will help correct it. Anyway, in the end, the items can be stored in storage.