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Living in Australia, many people feel comfortable, slow-paced, do not seem to have experienced too much suffering, Australia's workplace is also very fair, everyone, but today this Zhihu netizen's post will definitely make your values completely subversive. It turns out that there is something so dark in the Australian workplace:
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Seeing this problem, after a long time of thinking, it is better to send it out. Do not want to disturb their life, so anonymous, the original source of things I wrote down, I want to break my head, I do not understand where I did wrong, step by step to the present situation. If I don't think about it any day, Mom and Dad may see what's going on here. In this world, there are really many bad guys, it's too difficult to prevent. I've changed the draft countless times, deleted the emotional stuff, and said it peacefully. I don't know how to describe it anymore. Some too detailed things I already remember is not very clear, try to recall out.
I was a 27-year-old girl from a large city in the eastern part of the country. I graduated from a university in Melbourne, Australia, at the age of 22 and went to graduate school. After two years of study, I got a temporary work visa.
Because I majored in finance, I got a job as an actuary assistant at an investment firm. I don't have the style of a Melbourne girl because I don't think I can make up very well and wear round glasses, so I didn't expect the first formal job in my life to bring me nightmares.
Both of my parents worked in a state-owned bank and spent about seven hundred thousand yuan on the cost of going abroad for two years. During the two years in Melbourne, I paid only 60 yuan an hour for a part-time job. I only earned more than one hundred and forty thousand yuan in two years, so I still spent about five hundred thousand yuan. As the only daughter in the family, I know that this is probably not much cash in my mother and dad's hands except two houses.
They worked hard all their lives, and there was no extra income in the less important jobs in the bank, in addition to the two houses that had been allocated in the early years. So when I got the offer from this company through interviews and internships and looked at the salary of about two hundred and ninety thousand yuan on the offer, I had a breath in my heart, and I felt that this was the worst case. In two years, I should be able to return about four hundred thousand yuan to my parents, so that even if my two-year work expires, I can not stay, at least I have earned most of my expenses back. And have 2 years of working experience to return home in the career development should have a better future.
As my mother tongue was Mandarin, I was naturally assigned to the Asia Pacific Department and the Greater China Branch. In addition to two Hong Kong people, one Singaporean, four Chinese Australians and two Australians, I am the only employee with a Chinese passport. After the three-month probationary period, the manpower spoke to me once. A long-term project in my hometown required a number of employees from Australia to participate, because the application for a job visa in China was relatively cumbersome. So the company drew some of the corresponding Chinese staff to participate, I returned home to work around my parents for a period of time naturally miss the pursuit, very happy to thank the company gave me such a rare opportunity.
Back home, the responsible person here is KMU, is a Zhejiang, I first met when I felt that he did not like me very much, to come back with me to participate in the project colleagues attitude is very different. On a number of occasions, K even asked me to participate in posts that had nothing to do with my job responsibilities, such as co-ordination work. I mentioned my troubles to my parents, but my parents did not give me much advice, just told me to do my assigned work well. I have a good relationship with my leading colleagues, and at the same time comfort me to pay a lot of money, the business is much simpler than actuarial, but it will not go wrong.
But I know very well that if this is all I have in my work report, I'm unlikely to have a chance to renew my contract with the company after the expiration of the contract when I return to Australia at the end of the project. In that case, I can only follow the path of independent skilled immigrants, because of the lack of Australian undergraduate education, my professional years and other factors, my chances of staying in Australia is much smaller than the company guarantee I work contract. So one day I asked K to buy him a cup of coffee in private, and I mentioned these questions, and then asked him not to deliberately trouble me at work.
K looked very surprised at the time. He said he didn't understand my situation at all. He thought I was new and inexperienced, so he wanted to give me some easy work for fear that I would make a mistake affecting my progress. He really didn't know it would have such a big impact on my future.
I felt much more relaxed at the time, and a stone pressed on my heart seemed to have been moved away.
K readily promised that everything before would not happen again, he would arrange some suitable work for me as soon as possible, before leaving, K got up and patted me on the head, then knocked on my eyepiece frame. Tell me: why don't you wear a contact lens or add an empty frame if you're not used to it? if you're not used to it, it's pretty nice. A girl doesn't come back as much as a girl.
I wasn't prepared for this, and the whole person was stuck, and I didn't think our relationship was good enough for him to pat me on the head, but K didn't give me the chance to respond and get up and check out leave.
After this, K normally arranged for me to work, and he had no more private contact with me, and this little episode was soon forgotten by me.
One March of that year, shortly after the Spring Festival, K and I went on business trips to S for work reasons.
The company has a long-term contract with a white-collar service group in my hometown, and has arranged for the company to live in the apartment buildings of the brand nationwide. Our four colleagues, two men and two women, each live in a one-bedroom apartment this time.
The trip went well and, on the last night, I had a meal with the calculation staff of the company to thank them for their cooperation over the past week. I wasn't a very good drinker, so all night I had only two goblets, shiraz, K, which kept me out of the way of a lot of toast from the IT staff across the street, so I was very grateful to him.
At the end of the day, because everyone had a drink. So K called a surrogate, and when he arrived, K said that three people in the back row in winter were too crowded, and took me to the apartment with a taxi.
While waiting for the taxi to come, he also went to the side to buy me a cup of hot chocolate, saying that it was cold and warm hands. It was really cold on that day, I didn't wear gloves, I was wearing a short Korean windbreaker, my jacket pocket was decorative, I couldn't reach into it, it was freezing red, and I took that cup of cocoa, and I waited for a few sips of it while I was in the car. K and I talked about how he jumped from Beijing when he started.
When the taxi came, we were sitting in the back seat, and I was playing with my cell phone and watching the lights of the street lights jump through the car windows, and suddenly felt the lights on the dashboard of the driver in front of me become green floating cursors jumping around in front of my eyes. And yellow streetlights elongated like noodles of light mixed together, like the galactic cantilever.
I felt sick and sick, and the sound of K was as long and out of tune as it came from outside the walls. My last memory was when my mobile phone slipped, and I wanted to reach out and pick it up, and I couldn't remember anything else.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself clothed on the sofa in the living room of the apartment, my bag on the coffee table, and a cold cup of Coke and ginger soup next to it, with a note beside the cup: you fell asleep in the car. When I sent you back, I was afraid that you would get cola and ginger soup for you. The ginger was taken from the kitchen on the same floor. The rest of the coke was placed next to the kettle, and the rest of the coke was in the refrigerator. Pay attention to your body. We set out in the afternoon, and remember to have dinner. Because you're a girl, I can't get into your bedroom, so I left you in the living room. Excuse me. K
When I read the note, I found myself still a little dizzy, I held the sofa a little painstakingly stand up, and then noticed some pain in the abdomen. Last night's clothes were still on my body, but I couldn't pay attention to them. I moved to the bathroom step by step with the wall, and the feeling of my body told me that the holidays seemed to be coming. I checked in the bathroom and found that the holidays really came a few days earlier. I took care of myself, changed my dirty clothes, washed my face and packed my bags. I felt that my hands and feet were still a little powerless, and I was busy finishing this. I burned another pot of hot water, poured it into my glass bottle and put it in my abdomen. I wanted to ease the discomfort of my abdomen. I didn't think that the pain in my abdomen was getting worse and worse after waiting for a while. Pain nerves spread through the abdomen as if they were activated, the lower body, the lower limbs, and even my back.
I shed tears in pain, trembling to open the box to find some painkillers, but found that I did not bring the business trip, I trembled to pick up the phone step by step out of the room to the drugstore to buy pain tablets. On the way back, K greeted me, asked me if I had ginger soup, I said thank you, did not answer this question. Over the next few days, I also wondered if anything had happened, but it seemed reasonable and vague.
At the end of my work in China, K performed perfectly well during this period, and I thought I might be thinking too much.
After returning to Melbourne, the days passed quickly. After the end of the temporary work visa, the company gave me a long-term work visa for guarantee. Two years later, if I were still in my post, I would be able to stay in Australia with a permanent resident visa. I've started planning where to buy a house, find a boyfriend, and my parents will pick them up to live a retired life. When they retire.
The plan came true step by step, and I had a sweet nest on the south bank, a lovely beaver cat, a boyfriend from the north, and parents from both sides had seen each other. Before the nightmare woke up, it was April, when I was cooking dinner at home, working only 300 meters from my apartment and walking home in a few minutes. My boyfriend worked in ringwood on the East side, and it took about an hour to get home. So I usually make a good meal and wait for him to come home.
Just after 05:50 that day, I heard the electronic door lock open, and I put down the dishes I was washing to greet my boyfriend.
As a result, he rushed directly into the counter of the restaurant and slapped me in the face. I was slapped to the ground by him, and my ears were full of screams, because the glasses were knocked off and I could not see anything clearly. My boyfriend grabbed my hair and dragged me over to drop his phone on my face and scold me and let me see. I screamed with tears in my eyes and groped for my glasses to see what was on the screen of the phone that fell in front of me. It's a foreign porn site with my photos and even videos on the open interface.
My boyfriend's fist fell down like his cursed rain, and I begged him not to fight and tried to get under the table to hide, and he dragged my foot out and kicked me heavily in front of my chest. I blacked out when I hit my head on the leg of the table.
Then I felt the cool of my face being rubbed away, my eyelids turned open with a dazzling light coming in, and I opened my eyes and found myself lying flat on a mat. A golden ponytail girl in a blue uniform was wiping my face with a sanitized tissue, and another white-haired uncle let go of my eyelids and said to me, honey, we're first responders, the police are here, and you're safe.
I tried to speak only to find myself in pain, my mouth broke and I moved my lips but only drooled.
The paramedics were fit for me not to speak and moved me to the stretcher and put me in an ambulance.
I spent nearly a month in the hospital, and a lot of things happened in the middle:
1, the boyfriend was arrest, the neighbor heard me scream to the police, and then with the building administrator pulled him away from me, until 20 minutes later the police arrived at the scene, the ambulance then rushed to deal with my injuries;
2, my boyfriend was charged with seven counts by prosecute, and his parents bought the next day's ticket from China but failed to see their son because the unreliable lawer failed to apply for bail. My parents arrived seven days late after applying for a visa. After an inadvertently happy meeting with my boyfriend's parents, I ran to see me angrily when I heard the version of the story: I cheated on my boyfriend, my lover posted the photo on porn and was seen by my boyfriend's co-workers. When I came home to question me, I refused, and he got out of control and hurt me.
"my mother's hand touched my hand gently, tears dripping hot on the back of my hand," she said, calling my breast name. "I know my own girl is not such a person." I took my mother's hand and told her I never cheated on her. I don't know what happened.
3, mother took the key to the apartment to help me clean up the apartment, by the way, has become an ex-boyfriend of his luggage to his parents.
I can't imagine my mother washing off her daughter's blood on the floor, picking up the pieces of porcelain, and picking up the broken frame of my bloodstained frame, in what mood she was in such a mood as to wash the blood out of her daughter's blood on the floor. The broken frame leg scratched a long hole in my right face and permanently erased the dimples on my face when I smiled.
4, through police inquiries and statements to me, I got a slightly different version of the story: a new Indian employee from the ex-boyfriend company saw a photo of us on my boyfriend's desk and told him that I had seen my porn photo.
The ex-boyfriend did not believe that the Indian took out his phone and found a website to show him. After reading the Indian's cell phone, the ex-boyfriend rushed home from the company and vented on me his anger that he thought he was wearing a green hat. The police confirmed that the photos were myself, that the website was operating in the Czech Republic and that the police had closed the uploader's account by communicating to the site.
5, the ex-boyfriend may face more than 12 months in prison, so that he will lose his visa, his parents sent a message that I want to release their son, I asked my lawer, and I learned that the criminal case is the prosecution case. In Australia only the Queen of England can drop the prosecution case, which is clearly beyond the reach of the ex-boyfriend's parents, who came to me in person to scold me and then snatched out the door and never showed up in front of me again.
I do not have half a cent of comfort and apologies for being beaten all over my body. Fine, after all, I'm just his son's ex-girlfriend. Perhaps in the heart has put me in the fox spirit and so on the name.
After leaving the hospital, I returned to my home, where my parents cleaned up, and I found myself very afraid of being alone at home. As long as my parents were not in the apartment, I couldn't breathe quickly.
But I had to be at home alone, and only after I sent out my parents could I search for answers to the questions that had puzzled me for a month, and what happened to those photos.
As the police told me, the website's uploader's ID was deleted, but thanks to Google's search engine, it was possible to find the uploader's ID, through the uploader's ID, thanks to Google's search engine, which had the ability to cache pages in the past. I found his account number on other websites.
In fact, I regret that I opened those links that day, my discovery almost destroyed me. With more than a hundred photos of me and a few videos hanging on those sites, I don't want to recall how I went through these things and how I kept shaking words to report these connections.
I just want to say, these photos were taken at a Express Hotel in the country, and I was photographed and videotaped like a corpse, or meat on the board, by a freak. The middle details let me know who the photographer who never showed up in the photo was: K. Because in a few pictures, I was put on a pair of brown glasses frame.
It's hard to describe how I feel since I found these photos, no matter where I go, I feel like I'm naked and everyone passing by is looking at me.
Even after I returned to work, I always felt that my colleagues knew something, that there was an air wall that separated me from everyone, and that I was suffocating and unable to breathe.
I am, perhaps, one of the most unlucky people.