Duty log
4 articles about duty logs
In daily life or work and study, everyone is familiar with logs. Please record them in the logs carefully. There are many types of logs, do you know them all? The following are the duty logs I collected and organized. You are welcome to share them.
About duty log 1
I opened my eyes drowsily and stared blankly at the cloudy sky in the early morning outside the door and the people passing by.
A girl paused at the door and asked with hesitant eyes towards the room. I was going to ask, "Is something okay?", but before her sleepy lips could open, she disappeared outside the door frame with timid eyes.
After a while, a young man walked into the house hurriedly and asked in an unstable tone: "I also saw a new dustpan." His eyes quickly scanned the surrounding ground, and he thought to himself: Why is the new dustpan my mother just received yesterday gone? When I was about to reply that he didn't see it, he had already turned his back to me and left the door in a panic.
I poured a glass of water to clear my blood vessels, checked the time at 6.12 in the morning, and went out to see these two people so that I could pass the time quickly until I get off work at 7 o'clock.
The two young figures were separated on both sides of the road, sweeping the garbage on the ground into the dustpan, and sweeping it forward slowly, leaving no trace of dirt behind.
I saw that the road was so clean. The boys and girls must be the children of a sanitation worker. They were also very clean.
I know a little bit about this. There is a sanitation woman in Luohan Lane, Gate No. 1, and her daughter and son-in-law help her every morning before going to work. The son-in-law was wearing glasses, a white shirt, and was well-dressed. He was pulling a garbage truck weighing several hundred kilograms.
Once on duty, after the small renovation was over, a young man driving a van selling milk tea chatted with me on the roadside. He said that he had been helping his mother do sanitation since he was 12 years old. The garbage truck was heavy and he had to overturn it. He couldn't stand up and take out the garbage until he had no strength. He was young and short, so he tried his best to lift the armrest of the car. After helping his mother take out the garbage, he took a sip of water from his mother's big cup and went to school. He didn't say whether he and his mother had breakfast.
Since then, I have let him sell milk tea there. If I say anything, it doesn’t matter. If the boss sees it, he will deduct my money and points. Here I am very grateful to those who are considerate of me, and I am also considerate of them. Every time they know that I have deducted points and money, they will bow their heads and say sorry to me like a child. They have to live, and usually you can't see their dignity. It's only when you stretch out your hand that you discover their personality. It is not measured by weight like a garbage truck.
It’s raining, and it seems like it’s happened very far away. The boy and the girl ran to the eaves to hide from the rain, smiling brightly, as if there was sunshine in the raindrops.
After checking the time, it was 6.55. When I returned to the room, I looked at my thin colleague curled up on the sofa, looking like a bug. About duty log 2
Last year, when the rapeseed flowers were in full bloom, I left Shanghai and came to work in a fiber company in Shaoxing.
As the Spring Festival was approaching, my father called me to tell me that tickets were tight and traveling back and forth was not easy, so he asked me not to go home.
I always follow my father's instructions. If he didn't go home, he would be assigned to be on duty during the Spring Festival.
Today, the 30th of the twelfth lunar month, I am on duty.
At eight o'clock in the morning, I came to the small room in the guard room on time and met with the guard, Master Yao, as a witness to my attendance. Master Yao, an old boss from Inner Mongolia, is sixty years old, tall and kind-faced. He used to work as a guard at a quality supervision institute in the city.
In the guard room, there is an old wooden chair covered with tape. In front of the wooden chair, there is a small beige wooden table, with a dusty monitoring computer placed on it. In front of it is a glass window, and outside the window are a large closed iron door and three smooth flagpoles; behind the wooden chair, a A table for four commonly used in canteens. Usually, the gray-haired porters and packers are not in a hurry to go home after get off work. They always sit at this table and talk for a while. They are all locals. Inside, there was an electric water heater, and next to it, there was an old washing machine that made a squeaking sound when washing clothes.
According to the requirements, my working hours are from 8 am to 5 pm, and I inspect the factory area every two hours. In this way, I will inspect the factory area four times and record today's status before leaving get off work.
I walked out of the guard room. Outside, the weather was sunny and there was no haze. One red flag and two blue flags were floating in the breeze. Four red lanterns with the words "Happy New Year" written on them were hung under the eaves of the complex building, showing some joy. In the lawn, I picked up a wooden stick. When I was a child, before going up the mountain, I would always bring a strong wooden stick or green bamboo to deal with sudden encounters such as black snakes crossing the mountain road.
The door to the workshop is locked, so there is no need to go in. I took the wooden stick and walked towards the left side of the workshop building, looking at the doors and windows on the left side of the building. The iron lock and seal on the door are intact. I turned back and walked towards the right side of the workshop building. On the right side of the building is a temporary warehouse supported by steel frames.
At the entrance of the warehouse, there is a forklift with a simple structure parked; ahead, there is a pile of old wooden shovel boards; further ahead, there is a row of open paper barrels, filled with silk cakes from previous years; After walking a few steps, there are seven or eight piles of paper tubes of various colors in front of me, about seven meters high. I pulled on the wooden stick, fearing that something terrible would jump out of the space between the tall paper tubes. However, I was still clearly aware of a small sound behind me. I turned around immediately. A small yellow and white dog, raised by Aunt Zou in the cafeteria. It was not familiar with me. It just stood calmly about two meters away from me, looking up at me. I suddenly thought that in this seemingly small and indifferent warehouse, it can be regarded as a partner of mine, even though I am not familiar with it.
After looking at the carport and the fence, I returned to the small guard room. Master Yao was sitting on the old wooden chair covered with tape, staring straight at the door.
I think that on this special day, the entire factory area may be so quiet that only Master Yao, me, and the little flower dog will be there. After inspecting the factory area, I had two hours to spare, so I took out the copy of "The Old Man and the Sea" that I had prepared in advance and read it slowly. When I read about the old man catching a big fish and returning home, and imagining the scene of the old man fighting various sharks in the depths of the sea, I deeply felt the old man's loneliness and helplessness. When I think about it, I feel a little lonely and helpless now.
“Tsk, tsk, this dog is probably going to go blind!” Master Yao opened the door to the guard room.
"No way. Otherwise it would be too pitiful." I walked out and wanted to take a closer look at the little flower dog.
"Look, its eyes are always full of shit and can't be opened."
"I hope not."
At noon, an accident On the ground, someone is here. It is master Xiao, a staple fiber worker. Master Xiao, a native of Hengshan, Hunan, has been working here alone for many years and rents in a small street not far from the factory. I've been to the place he rented. Because, once, he accidentally cut off half of his middle finger with a scraper. One night, several colleagues and I bought some fruits and went to see him. Ride an electric bike, cross the overpass, and walk through two quiet streets, and you're there. The room that Master Xiao rented was sparsely furnished, and there was a yellowed 20xx calendar hanging on the wall. The light was dim, and he was sitting on a small brown bench. His injured left hand was thickly wrapped with gauze, like a white boxing glove or a big white chicken leg.
Master Xiao is here to take a shower (the company has a shower room with a water heater). Does he want to wash away the dirt of the past year?
I inspected the factory area for the second and third time.
When I walked around for the fourth time, Master Yao was still sitting on the old wooden chair covered with tape. He was just holding the electric bicycle rearview mirror with a broken handle in one hand and fiddling with himself with the other. Rough beard.
Five o’clock in the afternoon. In the Spring Festival duty workbook, I wrote: On January 30, 20xx, the weather was fine and there was no haze. I inspected the factory area four times on time and everything was fine.
After dinner, I sat alone by the window.
Inside the window, there is no Internet or TV; outside the window, there is the sound of firecrackers and brilliant fireworks.
The night of New Year’s Eve is also like this, ordinary and quiet. About duty log 3
Today is the most tiring day since I was on duty during the holiday. No, it should be said that it was the most tiring day since the holiday. I was not supposed to be on duty, but my colleague asked me to be transferred. I agreed after thinking that I had nothing to do here. Today is Monday again, and a new week always brings a new atmosphere, so I simply put on some new clothes. I thought I was just moving things in the laboratory and cleaning the cabinets. Unexpectedly, the higher-ups came to check, and I was temporarily assigned to the Political and Education Department. The first class teacher is responsible for the cleaning and reorganization of the first floor, placing tables and chairs, organizing blackboard newspapers, and cleaning the floor. What kind of laboratory work is this? If I had known that I would have to do this kind of work, I would not have dressed so neatly. I regretted it. It seemed that I was not destined to die!
The six people were divided into two groups, each The team is responsible for organizing the three classrooms, plus six students who have been found in advance. They were originally responsible for publicity work, but since the band hadn't come over yet, they had to act as temporary workers for us. As soon as we came out of the conference room, our group began to enter the adjacent classroom, set up a battle array, and tried to do something big. The classrooms have just been painted, and there are white porcelain materials everywhere that need to be wiped down. This is a time-consuming job. At first, I was hesitant, not knowing whether to wipe it or not. After all, time is tight and there is too much work to do.
The person in charge first arranged for three students to write a blackboard newspaper. The leader requested that it be redone. The blackboard newspapers above were made before the students went on vacation. It is said that some of them are still usable. The problem is that the blackboard newspapers above are also stained with white porcelain. They are dotted and look dirty and messy. The students brought a rag, put it in a basin of water, and started wiping with the wet rag. The areas where the white porcelain material was densely packed had to be wiped even with words. The team leader found some materials for the blackboard report from nowhere and handed them to the students. The remaining people, including me, were responsible for setting up the tables and chairs according to the usual class style, and then cleaning the room. No water was sprinkled beforehand either.
The impromptu decision to sweep the house floor was not made by the leader before. After a while, dust began to fly in the classroom. It felt like people were taking a bath in the dust. It was so dirty! The tables and chairs in two classrooms had not been repaired. We had to put the tables and chairs that needed repair but had not been repaired to the side of the classroom. Or finally, just place the remaining intact tables and chairs.
They are said to be intact, but in fact there are more or less damages. I really don’t know how the students treat their desks and chairs. Some of them are perfectly fine, but they don’t know what tool they use to poke a hole; some of them simply fall off at the back, and the panels don’t know what to do. Where to go; some tables have empty bottoms, with only a panel standing there; some don’t even have table bottoms. Looking at these tables and chairs that are riddled with holes or missing limbs, I feel really bad, as if I can hear their cries.
I’m wondering, what are these students thinking in their hearts? Do they use public property to vent their dissatisfaction? What kind of dissatisfaction makes them harm innocent public property so much, just because they don’t know how to do it? Are you talking unscrupulously? Although children of this age are not yet fully developed mentally, are in a rebellious stage, and are emotionally unstable, they cannot act so recklessly. As teachers, what should we do?
At about ten o'clock, all the classrooms were basically cleaned up, the blackboard reports were almost done, and the work came to an end for the time being. The team members can take a break for now. I walked from the east end to the west end by myself, and came to the classroom where I was organizing it for the first time. I saw the blackboard newspaper at the back at a glance. Maybe it was because I was in a hurry, and I felt that they didn't write it properly. On the one hand, they didn't put in enough effort. It was drawn randomly; on the other hand, some of the characters are really thorny, especially the one stroke that sticks out at the top, which is almost touching the rafters, and does not match the structure of the entire character at all.
In the past, I would have asked students to erase and rewrite it. For the sake of their help during the holidays, I would have tolerated it. But it really doesn’t make sense to welcome the inspection like this! So I found some colored chalks from the podium table and started tracing those words. I closed what should be collected and what should be longer. It took about fifteen to twenty minutes, and finally those words were drawn by me. Got a makeover. Although it's still a bit messy, at least it has some meaning. After that, I left that classroom with satisfaction and went to the east classroom again to do the same work. Together with the other two teachers, I arranged tables and chairs and swept the floor.
After finishing work, it was exactly 11 o’clock, and it was time to get off work and have dinner. According to the previous practice, I would go to dinner with the leader of whichever group I was in. Whoever you are on duty for will do as usual. What's a little special this time is that I was on duty for someone else, but I was temporarily called to help by the leader of the political and educational department. Which class was this? The political and educational department actually asked me to ask the leader on duty. The leader on duty didn't care about his meal. Just care. What kind of thing is this! Helping others has caused trouble. Speaking of which, there is a tight investigation from above, so we can't do things like this! Fortunately, the leader on duty asked me to eat with him, and the matter was finally over, but in my heart Still don't feel like it. Ignore him, it is important to adjust yourself well, or how to prepare for the next step of the work? About duty log 4
February 10, 20xx, the first day of the Lunar New Year. Opening the door, it was my turn to be on duty at the "window" of the dog injury clinic for a day and a half. During the Chinese New Year, people enjoy the holidays, visit relatives and friends, and keep in touch with each other. They are very busy. My job happens to be busy during the holidays. The reason why I am busy is that people move around and accidentally bite or scratch a certain part of the body by dogs, cats or other animals. As a precaution, I have to go to the dog injury clinic and receive rabies vaccination. , and even inject rabies immune globulin.
During the Golden Week of Tourism during the Spring Festival, travel around the mountains and rivers. The festive atmosphere is lively. Happy people have joy written all over their faces. The streets and alleys are dressed in festive costumes and are colorful. Land, sea and air transportation are very busy, and trains, cars and planes are operating at full capacity to transport passengers. Self-driving cars, self-driving planes, traveling everywhere, busy traffic on the road, and full of friends at home. A modern China full of vitality, prosperous and prosperous, standing tall among the nations of the world.
Open the "magic box" - the computer, connect to the high-speed network, which leads to all directions, post, post, wish, look forward to, chat, and enjoy it endlessly. Netizens are enthusiastic and congratulating constantly. They send music, send greeting cards, send emails, and write short messages. It makes people feel flattered and warm. People interact and communicate frequently on the Internet. It is very interesting to learn about Internet knowledge. You are not alone when you are online. Going offline is monotonous, hahaha. Netizens, do you feel this way? When going out to do errands, the catchphrase is: "What bargains can I find on Taobao?" If the other party tells me that someone speaks the same language, he may become the next target of sneak purchase. Enter the Internet and enter the world. The Internet is a good thing. No matter how much energy you have or how much energy you have, you can always find a channel to vent it, and you will never run out of it. What’s particularly noteworthy is that you can find netizens with the same interests and hobbies online. It is difficult to find solutions in daily life, and the problems that cause distress can be solved online. The Internet is really exciting, with video chats, music blessings, and everything there to satisfy your eyeballs. The four families of Hainan, three brothers and one sister who are engaged in the breeding industry, send New Year greetings online to wish them well. The son inherited his father's business and returned home to stay in touch with his son who was studying medicine in another place. My niece is also studying medicine, so I am very happy to have a successor. Living in various places, communicating online, warm as spring.
I am on duty at several small forums such as Dushan Forum of Songyang News Network and concurrently as a commentator on Zhejiang Civilization Network. It is very busy. You can’t relax during the holidays. All superstitious, reactionary, pornographic, cult and other inappropriate posts will be deleted in accordance with national laws and regulations. Therefore, network masters also have a title, that is, network cleaners. Although this work is voluntary, it is an honor to contribute to the purification of the Internet.
At the same time, I have a literary dream to exert positive energy on the vast platform of the Internet, write a large number of works, promote truth, goodness and beauty, lash out falsehood, evil and ugliness, write out my experiences in the second half of my life, and share them with netizens to communicate and improve , became a major hobby after medical treatment.
Respond to the call, practice strict economy, and oppose waste. There are no firecrackers. I hear and see the constant sound of whips outside. There is a faint scent of gunpowder in the air. The festive atmosphere is overwhelming. I want to go out to pay New Year greetings but have to wait for duty. After this is over, I am a party member and cannot leave my post. When I open the door and see a stranger, I ask and find out that he was accidentally bitten or scratched on a certain part of his body by a dog, cat or other animal. The wound bleeds. I don’t dare to neglect it. I treat his wound immediately and wash it with soap and water for 15 minutes. Disinfect the wound with hydrogen peroxide, wash it with normal saline, and then disinfect the wound with iodophor. Then the left and right hands are vaccinated with one dose of rabies vaccine respectively. If the wound bleeds to level 3, rabies immune globulin must be infiltrated and injected around the wound. Triple insurance. If we work harder, the injured dog can rest assured. Although the work is ordinary, it is needed by society. Repeated work is also glorious. Although it is a common job, it is due to the suddenness of its onset, its unpredictability, and the timing of vaccination. It's a treasure if you use it, but it's grass if you don't need it. Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens. So it seems particularly important. Life is only once for us, cherish life and expand your career. Develop to a high level.
In times of peace, singing and dancing flourished, and large-scale construction projects were carried out. This is true in ancient and modern times. During the Spring Festival, thousands of families get together and it’s too boring to stay at home, so there’s nothing wrong with going out to have fun. We encourage a variety of fun activities, as long as they can relax your nerves and be relaxed and happy. When he was young, he was full of energy, loved to move and run, and was interested in everything. Young people believe in many false things. Old people doubt many true things. Age is not forgiving. The laws of nature are irresistible. I envy the vitality of young people, and believe in the deepness and stability of old people. Go your own way and let others have their say.
There is a lot of time for you to choose and have fun during the Spring Festival. I like reading, although I am a little older. Remember Premier Zhou’s words, live until you are old and learn until you are old. Don't forget to "recharge", pick up a book, and read at night. The ancients read by candlelight, but today's people have superior conditions. Why not study hard? keep it up. When you feel tired or sleepy from studying, go out for shopping, change the environment, and breathe fresh air. My "three tops" are that it is easy to fall asleep when reading in bed; it is easy to fall asleep when thinking about problems on the road; and it is easy to be emotional when surfing on the computer. It is different from the ancients who used every opportunity to exploit every opportunity. When three of us travel together, there must be my teacher. The saint is the teacher of impermanence. The essence of the ancients and the talents of today's people, the combination of ancient and modern, produces a leap, from quantitative change to qualitative change, to a higher level.
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