A cleaning woman

A few years ago, my son was admitted to the county middle school. In order to get him into a good university, I went to accompany him and rented a house near the school. Because my son didn't come back for lunch and dinner, he didn't come back until the end of the evening study. I stayed all day, so I think I'd better find a job.

Through a friend's introduction, I went to a unit to do cleaning. During the interview, the cleaning foreman was very satisfied with me and hoped that I could do the college entrance examination for my children. I don't know how much longer I can hold on. After all, I am an accompanying mother, and I should give priority to children. When the children need me, I will come back immediately.

The next morning, I came to the company, which is very big and has more than ten floors. When I parked my bike, I was wondering which floor to concentrate on cleaning. A woman about my age, pushing my bike like me, looked at me and asked me, "Are you the new cleaner?" "Yes!" "Come with me. We have a rest area on the sixth floor. "

I'm glad to have an enthusiastic colleague with me. We took the elevator to the sixth floor together. She told me that her name was Arlo, and she was from out of town. Arriving at the rest area on the sixth floor, I met three other female colleagues, who were obviously much older than Arlo and me, probably in their fifties. The oldest is Ying. She has worked here for several years and has the deepest qualifications. They call her Sister Ying. There was another woman, whom I later called Braid Sister. She has long hair out of proportion to her age. It was dark and bright, and it was braided into a long braid and dragged to her lower back. Unfortunately, she looks black and fat, like an Indian woman. The last woman introduced was Hong, which surprised me. She is a woman in her fifties, cleaning with heavy makeup. How beautiful she is!

These women have the same friendly enthusiasm for my new colleague. There are six big desks on both sides of the room, which are old desks used to go to school. Everyone has a stool beside the table. "This empty table in the middle is yours. You can put things on it and sleep on it when you rest at noon. " Sister Ying told me that I really can't imagine five women sleeping in a big table.

Later, I cleaned with these four women in this company, and each of them built two floors. It's quite lonely at work, because there is no companion, a big aisle is dragged by one person from beginning to end, two toilets and some windowsills need to be cleaned, and both floors are sweaty. The whole morning is usually devoted to work silently, and only when we return to the lounge at noon can we talk and laugh.

Sister Ying is the oldest and has the most regular life. After cleaning, she lay on her big desk and slept. "Cheer up and continue to work in the afternoon." She always said that.

Hong is very busy at noon every day. She made her own mask with egg white and pearl powder and applied it to her face. Then she washed her face, painted her eyebrows and put on lipstick. "Everyone has a love of beauty. There are only you lazy women in this world, and there are no ugly women. " She will point to our face without water.

"Who is better than you? You get two salaries. " Sister Braid refuted her with a long black and bright braid, saying that Ah Hong had worked in a formal unit and retired. Her son went to work in Changzhou, bought a house, and her husband has not retired. She was really bored at home alone, so she came out to find a cleaning job, and the cleaning salary just supplied her cosmetics.

Braid elder sister's braid is finished, and I feel so envious. "Do you like it?" "Yes, if only I had one." "Want to know the secret?" "Speak quickly," I was in a mood, and Hiro leaned in.

"I insist on washing my hair with Taomi water and combing my hair with a wooden comb. Of course, at my age, I can't escape the bad luck of white, "said Sister Braid. "What should I do?" We asked together, "One word, dye!" "Ah ... fuck you," one of us punched her. hahaha. Indian women laugh like an old hen laying eggs.

Alo is holding a mobile phone all day except for work. She and her husband came from other places to work. For several years, she rented a house in the suburbs. A daughter in her twenties also talked about the object in her hometown. Life is not sad by rights, but she always seems a little sad. Hong looked down upon this foreign women most, saying that she looked like a good woman on the surface, but she was actually very manly at heart. One day, Alo mysteriously asked me if I could play buttoning. I said no, and neither will I. Braid sister said that I laughed off her big teeth and didn't play with buckles. There was no WeChat a few years ago, and most people played QQ. Although I don't play QQ, I know they all want to find spiritual sustenance in the virtual world. Unexpectedly, these two granny-level women in their forties and fifties are still chatting with netizens.

One day during lunch break, we all fell asleep. Arlo and Braid are talking on their mobile phones, and the drip keeps ringing, which keeps us awake. "What men are you two slutty women seducing again?" Hong scolded them, but they were used to arguing and scolding, and no one was angry.

Braid sister's mobile phone chat is just for fun. Arlo is different, but she is talking seriously and looking for it. I heard that she met several netizens in private and was beaten several times by her husband. We were both on duty, and she told me everything about her. It turns out that her husband is a little annoyed. He didn't say a few words a day, ran transportation, and sometimes left home for several days. She said that she had had enough, felt that she was not as good as men on the Internet, and planned to get a divorce, so she wanted to find a good home online as soon as possible. "Did you find it?" I asked her, and she shook her head a little disappointed. What a confused woman, a complete online man, can you compare with your husband who has been through thick and thin with you for more than 20 years? She is really unreliable. She met several netizens, all many years older than her, and her wife is still married. God, such a naive woman.

Arlo was quiet for a few days and resigned from the foreman. She limped to the company that day. I thought she was beaten again. It turned out that it was rheumatic joint pain, so she couldn't clean it any more. Her husband accompanied her to get something. That is a simple wooden man, and we all warned him not to hit Alo again. He repeatedly said that he would never fight again, and he would have a good life with Arlo.

Maybe Arlo is gone, and Braid is bored, and no one can play with her. After a while, she also left, saying that the old man was not feeling well and went back to wait on him.

Two months later, I also left. My son is going to have a summer vacation, so I have to go back and cook. I didn't go out to do odd jobs until my son finished the college entrance examination. It has been several years now. I have never met these women, and I really miss them. I miss the short and happy time with them.