Duty log

Everyone is familiar with the Journal in their daily life or work and study. Please record it in detail in the log. There are many kinds of logs, do you know all of them? The following is my duty log, welcome to share.

About the duty log 1 I opened my eyes in a daze and looked at the people passing by outside on a cloudy day and in the early morning.

A young girl paused at the door and asked the room with hesitant eyes. I was just about to ask. Can I help you? But before the sleepy lips came and opened, she disappeared outside the door frame with timid eyes.

Soon, a teenager hurried into the room and asked in an unstable tone, have you seen the new dustpan? His eyes quickly scanned the surrounding ground, and he said to himself, why is the new dustpan that my mother just bought yesterday gone? . By the time I tried to answer that he didn't see it, he had turned his back on me and went out in a panic.

Pour a glass of water to dredge blood vessels, check the time at 6. 12 in the morning, go out and meet these two people, kill time and get off work at 7: 00.

Two young figures were on both sides of the road, sweeping the garbage on the ground into the dustpan and slowly sweeping forward, leaving nothing dirty.

I think this road is very clean. The young girl must be the child of a sanitation worker, and she is also very clean.

I know a little about this. 1 There is a sanitation worker at the entrance of Luohan Lane. Her daughter and son-in-law help each other every morning and then go to work by themselves. The son-in-law wears glasses and a white shirt, carrying a garbage truck of several hundred kilograms.

Once on duty, after a minor renovation, a young man selling milk tea in a van chatted with me on the roadside. He said that he 12 years old helped his mother do sanitation. The garbage truck is heavy, so it is impossible to lift the truck and take out the garbage. He is short and short, so he desperately holds the handrail of the car. Help mom take out the garbage, drink some water from mom's mug, and go to school. He didn't say whether he and his mother had breakfast.

Since then, I have asked him to sell milk tea there. It doesn't matter if I say it. The leader will deduct my money and points when he sees it. Here I am very grateful to those who understand me, and I understand them. Every time they know that I have been deducted points and money, they will bow their heads and say sorry to me like a child. They want to live, usually you can't see their dignity, and only by reaching out can you find their personality. This is not a garbage truck.

It's raining. It seems like a long time. Young girls ran under the eaves to hide from the rain and smiled brightly, as if the sun were in the raindrops.

Look at the time. At 55, I went back to the house and watched my thin colleague curl up on the sofa like a bug.

About the duty log 2 Last year, when the rape blossoms were yellow, I left Shencheng and went to work in a fiber enterprise in Shaoxing.

Near the Spring Festival, my father told me by phone that the ticket was tight and it was not easy to go back and forth, so I didn't want to go home.

I always follow my father's instructions. If you don't go home, you will be on duty during the Spring Festival.

Today, the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month, I am on duty.

At eight o'clock in the morning, I arrived at the small room of the guard room on time and met Master Yao, the guard as a witness of attendance. Master Yao, an old man from Inner Mongolia, is 60 years old, tall and handsome. He used to be a doorman in the Municipal Quality Supervision Bureau.

In the guard room, there is an old wooden chair with tape on it. In front of the wooden chair, there is a beige Xiao Mu table with a dusty monitoring computer on it. In front of it is a glass window, and outside the window is a closed iron gate and three bright flagpoles. Behind the wooden chair is the table for four commonly used in the canteen. Usually, gray-haired porters and packers are not in a hurry to go home after work. They always sit at this table and talk for a while. They are all local people. There is an electric water heater inside and an old washing machine for washing clothes next to it.

As required, my working hours are from 8 am to 5 pm, and I patrol the factory every two hours. In this way, I will inspect the factory four times before leaving work to record today's situation.

I walked out of the guard room. The weather outside is very good, and there is no smog. A red flag and two blue flags fluttered in the breeze. Four red lanterns with the words "Welcome to the Spring Festival" are hung under the eaves of the complex building, showing some joy. I picked up a stick at random on the lawn. When I was a child, I always brought a strong wooden stick or bamboo pole before going up the mountain to deal with sudden black snakes such as Hengchenshan Road.

The door of the workshop is locked, so there is no need to go in. I walked towards the left side of the factory building with a stick and looked at the doors and windows on the left side of the factory building. The iron lock and seal on the door are intact. I turned and walked to the right side of the factory building. On the right side of the building is a temporary warehouse built with steel frames. At the entrance of the warehouse, a forklift with simple structure is parked; Go ahead, there is a pile of old wooden shovel boards on the first base; Further on, there is an open paper cylinder filled with silk cakes from previous years; A few more steps forward, there are paper tubes of various colors about seven meters high piled at the seventh and eighth bases. I tugged at the stick for fear that something terrible would jump out of the gap between the tall paper tubes. However, I am still clearly aware that there is a small voice behind me. I turned around at once. A yellow and white puppy, raised by Aunt Zou in the canteen. He didn't know me very well, but he stood calmly about two meters away from me, looking at me with his head held high. It suddenly occurred to me that I am also one of my partners in this seemingly inconspicuous small warehouse, although I am not familiar with it.

After seeing the carport and fence, I went back to the small guard room. Master Yao sat on an old wooden chair with adhesive tape and stared at the gate.

I think that on this special day, only Master Yao, my dog and I may be quiet in the whole factory. After visiting the factory, I had two hours' leisure, so I took out the "The Old Man and the Sea" prepared in advance and read it slowly. Reading that the old man caught a big fish and came home, I imagined the scene of the old man fighting all kinds of sharks in the depths of the sea, and I deeply felt the loneliness and helplessness of the old man. On second thought, I'm a little lonely and helpless now.

"Gee, I'm afraid this dog is going blind!" Master Yao opened the door of the guard room.

"No way. Otherwise, it would be too pitiful. " I came out to have a closer look at the puppy.

"You see, its eyes are always full of shit and it can't be opened."

"God bless."

At noon, unexpectedly, someone came. It was Master Xiao, a short fiber worker. Master Xiao, a native of Hengshan, Hunan, has worked here alone for many years and rented in a small street not far from the factory. I have been to his rented place. Because, once, he accidentally operated and his middle finger was cut off by a scraper. One night, several colleagues and I bought some melons and fruits to see him. Ride an electric car, cross an overpass and cross two quiet small streets, and you will arrive. Master Xiao rented a simple room with a 20xx calendar hanging on the wall. In the dim light, he sat on a small brown bench, and his injured left hand was wrapped in gauze, like wearing a white boxing glove and a big white chicken leg.

Master Xiao takes a bath here (the company has a shower room with a water heater). He's going to wash away this year's dirt?

Me, patrolling the factory, the second time, the third time.

On the fourth tour, Master Yao was still sitting on an old wooden chair with adhesive tape, just holding the rearview mirror of an electric car with a broken handle in one hand and fiddling with his rough beard in the other.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, in the Spring Festival duty workbook, I wrote: 20xx year 1 month 30, the weather was sunny and there was no smog. I visited the factory four times on time and everything was safe.

After dinner, I sat by the window alone.

In the window, there is no internet, no TV; Outside the window, firecrackers and fireworks are shining.

New Year's Eve is the same, ordinary and silent.

Today is the most tiring day since I was on duty during the holiday. No, it should be said that I shouldn't be on duty. My colleague asked me to change something. I thought I had nothing to do here, so I agreed. Today is Monday again, and the new week is always a little new. I just put on new clothes. I thought I was just moving things and cleaning cabinets in the lab. Unexpectedly, I was temporarily assigned to the Political and Educational Affairs Office, and I was responsible for cleaning and rectifying the first floor together with the class teacher of Grade One, setting tables and chairs, sorting out the blackboard newspaper and cleaning the house. Where is the laboratory work? If I had known I would do this, I wouldn't have dressed so neatly. I regret it in my heart. It seems that I don't have that fate!

Six people are divided into two groups, each group is responsible for the arrangement of three classrooms, plus six students who have been found in advance. They used to be in charge of propaganda work, but since the band hasn't come yet, they have to act as our temporary workers. As soon as we got out of the meeting room, our group began to enter the adjacent classrooms, set up their positions, and tried to do something important. The classroom has just been painted, and there are white porcelain everywhere, which needs cleaning. This is a time-consuming job. At first, everyone hesitated, not knowing whether to wipe it or not. After all, time is short and there is too much work to be done.

The person in charge first arranged for three students to run a blackboard newspaper. The leader's request is to do it again. The blackboard newspaper above was run by students before their holidays. It is said that some of them can still be used. The problem is that it is stained with white porcelain, which looks dirty and messy. The students took a rag, took a basin of water and began to wipe it with a wet rag. Where the white porcelain is dense, you should wipe the words. I don't know where the group leader found some information about the blackboard newspaper and handed it to the students. The rest, including me, are responsible for setting the tables and chairs, following the usual class style, and then cleaning the house. Not watered in advance.

Temporary decision to clean the house was not required by the leaders before. Soon the classroom began to be full of dust, and I felt that people were taking a bath in the dust. It was so dirty! The desks and chairs in the two classrooms have not been repaired, so we have to put those desks and chairs that need to be repaired but have not been repaired aside or at the end of the classroom, leaving only the intact ones. It is said to be intact, but in fact it is more or less damaged. I really don't know how the students treat their desks and chairs. Some of them don't know what tools to use to poke holes. Some of them simply fell behind and the group disappeared; All the other tables are empty, and there is only one panel on them. Some don't even have a table bottom. Looking at these tables and chairs with holes or broken limbs, I really feel bad, as if I could hear them crying.

I'm curious, what are these students thinking? Use public property to vent your dissatisfaction? What kind of dissatisfaction makes them so hurt innocent public property, just because they can't speak, they are unscrupulous? Although children of this age are immature, rebellious and emotionally unstable, they should not be so unscrupulous. As teachers, what should we do?

At about ten o'clock, all the classrooms were basically cleaned, and the blackboard newspaper was almost finished, and the work came to an end for the time being. Team members can take a break. I wandered from east to west alone and came to the originally arranged classroom. I saw the blackboard newspaper at the back at a glance. Maybe the time is too hasty, and I feel that they are not writing well. On the one hand, they didn't exert enough force, as if they had painted casually. On the other hand, some words are really scud, especially the one protruding from above, almost on the top of the beam, which is completely out of line with the structure of the whole word.

Before I play it, I will definitely let the students rewrite it. I will put up with it for their holiday help. But it's really meaningless to meet the inspection like this! So I took some colored chalk from the podium table and began to draw those words. It took me about/kloc-0.5 to 20 minutes to collect them, and I finally changed those words. It's still a little messy, but at least it means the same thing. After that, I left the classroom contentedly and went to the East classroom to do those jobs. I set tables and chairs and swept the floor with two other teachers.

Just got off work 1 1 o'clock, it's time to eat after work. According to the previous practice, which group leader will we go to dinner with? Who are you on duty for? As usual, according to his past. What is a little special this time is that the class where I work for others was temporarily called by the political and religious leaders to help. Which class is this? Let me ask the political and educational leaders on duty. The leaders on duty don't care about meals. What's this called? Helping is really troublesome. Speaking of which, it's too windy to do it now! Fortunately, the leader on duty told me to eat with him, and the matter passed, but I still don't think it smells like that. Forget him, the important thing is to adjust yourself, otherwise how can you meet your next job?

About 20XX February 10 duty log, year of the snake, Grade One. Open the door, it's my turn to be on duty at the "window" of the dog injury clinic for a day and a half. During the New Year in China, people are happy to visit relatives and friends and keep in touch. My work happened to be very busy during the holidays. The reason for being busy is that people are accidentally bitten and scratched by dogs, cats or other animals. Just in case, I have to go to the dog injury clinic, get rabies vaccine and even inject rabies immunoglobulin.

Spring Festival travel golden week, travel around the mountains. The festive atmosphere is lively. Happy people, joy is written on their faces. Streets and alleys are covered with festive costumes and colorful. The sea, land and air traffic is very busy, and trains, cars and planes are running at full capacity to transport passengers. Self-driving cars, self-driving planes, running around, traffic on the road, home at the wedding. A vibrant modern China is thriving and stands tall among the nations of the world.

Open the "magic box"-computer, connect high-speed network, lead to all directions, post, post, make wishes, expect, chat and enjoy it. Netizens are enthusiastic and the voice of congratulations is constant. Sending music, sending greeting cards, sending emails and writing short messages are all very likable and warm. People interact frequently on the Internet, so it's interesting to learn Internet classics. Surfing the Internet is not lonely. The net is monotonous, hehehe. Netizens, I wonder if you have this feeling? When going out to do business, the mantra is: "What bargains did you find on Taobao?" If the other party tells them that the language is the same, they may become the next purchase target. Access the network The Internet is a good thing. No matter how much energy you have, you can always find a channel to vent. In particular, you can find netizens with the same interests on the Internet. Things that are difficult to find in daily life and very distressing can be solved online. The network is really wonderful, video chat, music blessing, everything, at a glance. Three younger brothers, one younger sister, and four families engaged in aquaculture in Hainan, pay a New Year greeting online and report peace. The son who inherited his father's footsteps and studied medicine in other places went home to contact his feelings. There is also a niece who is also studying medicine. Glad to have a successor. Scattered around, network communication, warm as spring.

I am going to be on duty in several small forums, such as Dushan Forum of Songyang News Network, and I am also a commentator of Zhejiang Civilization Network. I'm busy. You can't relax on holidays. Superstition, reaction, pornography, cults and all other bad posts. It should be deleted according to national laws and regulations. Therefore, network Xiaozhu also has a title, that is, network cleaner. Although this work is voluntary labor, it is still glorious to contribute to purifying the network. At the same time, one of my own literary dreams, on the broad platform of the Internet, shows positive energy, writes a lot, promotes truth, goodness and beauty, lashes falsehood, ugliness and ugliness, writes about my half-life experience, shares it with netizens, and promotes communication, which has become a great hobby after becoming a doctor.

Respond to the call, practice strict economy, oppose waste, don't set off firecrackers, hear the sound of flogging outside constantly, the air is filled with a faint smell of gunpowder, and a festive atmosphere is coming. If I want to go out to pay a New Year call, I must wait until my duties are over. I'm party member, and I can't leave my post. When you open the door to meet strangers, you don't know that you are bitten or scratched by dogs, cats or other animals. The wound is bleeding and you dare not neglect it. I immediately treated his wound urgently, washing it with soapy water 15 minutes, disinfecting the wound with hydrogen peroxide, washing it with normal saline, and disinfecting the wound with iodophor. Then the left and right hands were inoculated with a dose of rabies vaccine respectively. If the wound bleeding is Grade 3, rabies immunoglobulin should be infiltrated around the wound and triple insurance should be provided. Let's work hard, and the injured dog will feel at ease. Although the work is ordinary, it is needed by society. Repetitive work is also glorious. Although it is an ordinary job, because of its suddenness, unpredictability and timeliness of vaccine injection. Need is treasure, not grass. Not afraid of 10 thousand, just afraid of one thousand. So it is particularly important. Life is only once for us. Cherish life and expand your career. Develop to a higher level.

In times of peace, singing and dancing are peaceful, and great construction is carried out, both in ancient and modern times. It's boring to stay at home for family reunion during the Spring Festival. There is nothing wrong with going out to play. Advocate diversification of play, as long as you can relax your nerves and be relaxed and happy. When I was young, I was full of energy, love to move and run, and I was interested in everything. Young people believe in many fake things. Old people doubt many real things. Time waits for no one. Nature is the real law. I envy the young people's vigor and vitality, and I also believe that the old people are deep and steady. Go your own way and let others talk.

There is plenty of time for you to choose to have fun during the Spring Festival. I like reading, although I am a little old. Remember Premier Zhou's words, it is never too old to learn. Don't forget to "recharge", pick up books, burn the midnight oil to study, and the ancients read by candlelight. Today, people have superior conditions, so why not? Keep trying. When you are tired and sleepy from reading, go out shopping, change the environment and breathe fresh air. My "three" is that reading in bed is easy to fall asleep; Thinking about problems on the road is easy to touch the scene; Computer surfing, thinking like a spring, is different from the ancients. Every little makes a mickle. A threesome requires a teacher. Saint impermanence teacher. The essence of the ancients, the talent of the present, the combination of ancient and modern, has made a leap, from quantitative change to qualitative change, by going up one flight of stairs.

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