Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 858 700: Pouring Out One's Heart (2)

Venting emotions is, in itself, a form of self-rescue by the body.

Calling the EAP Project Team to vent emotions is a "self-rescue" with a certain degree of risk.

This indicates that the visitor subconsciously understands that their situation has reached a critical point.

Providing help for company employees during such tis is also Nan Zhubin's responsibility as part of the EAP Project Team.

The receiver falls into silence, leaving only the faint sound of breathing and the distant murmur of office noise.

The other person seems to be contemplating the credibility of Nan Zhubin's words, deciding whether they should talk about their work life on this ergency hotline, and the likelihood of their privacy being discerned and possibly reckoned with.

But these complex thoughts, after continually flickering and weaving together, finally erge in a trembling tone:

"Teacher Nan, right?"

"Yes." Nan Zhubin nodded.

And then he listened quietly.

"... I am a recent graduate." The visitor introduced themselves.

"I joined as an intern three months ago, constantly hoping to beco a full-ti..." The sound of inhalation was disorderly, words splintered, and faint coughing rose occasionally amidst the background, "...but it hasn't been smooth."

"I really... I want to work well, work hard, learn more, improve myself... because I really just graduated, lacking work experience."

"But when I ca in, I encountered a big task. The leader assigned a ntor, who asked to compile the departnt's quarterly data, and I didn't know how to do it, and he only said, 'Address business pain points'..."

Ah, here cos Pain Point Guy again.

"He only gave that one sentence, no template or direction. I... stayed up several all-nighters, and the result was criticized as worthless in front of the entire departnt."

The visitor paused, their voice choked: "The leader said I only knew how to stack data, didn't understand business logic, hadn't grasped the basic process of cross-departntal collaboration, and even questioned , 'What have you been learning all this ti?' But... no one taught these things!"

By this ti, the visitor's voice was increasingly trembling.

"I couldn't even find anyone to ask! When I approached my ntor, he always said he was busy, telling to learn by myself, also saying stuff like 'Even college students can't do such things...' I had no choice but to explore by myself through the company's internal network and dig through old docunts for the past few years."

"But later, after I figured things out myself and submitted the work, he also said, 'Don't you know how to co and ask?'!"

"He said all the good and bad things! What did my hard work for so many days an?!!"

In the last sentence, the visitor's emotions peaked, becoming just like when Nan Zhubin had first received the call.

...

Listening to the visitor's words, Nan Zhubin sighed inwardly, sowhat understanding the visitor's situation.

On one hand, the visitor's student ntality had disconnected from workplace rules.

On the other hand, a workplace ntor is not a teacher, wouldn't necessarily answer every question from ntees, and might even be annoyed upon seeing them; workplace performance is not like exam scores and doesn't recognize "effort equals reward."

These are classic issues arising from the "interaction of internal and external factors."

Nan Zhubin's fingers rubbed against the edge of the phone, offering the visitor a calming reassurance in response to their heightened emotions: "It sounds like you care greatly about your work, are responsible, and are trying to adapt. Yet you must face the confusion of having no guidance and the frustration of being unacknowledged. Each of these could be very distressing alone, but you endure them all together."

"This is very challenging," Nan Zhubin concluded.

The sound from the receiver paused for a mont, with only breathing left.

After a while, the visitor's emotions subsided, the voice lowered, nasal sounds more pronounced.

"I really... it's very tough for ."

"In the fall recruitnt, I submitted over a hundred resus, either ignored or ans HR dismissed with 'graduates lack experience,' and many tricked into interviews only to say afterward they're not hiring... This company is the only one that gave a formal internship offer."

"I feel, my situation is actually quite good, that's why I wish to work hard and cherish this job."

The visitor recounted in detail: "I asked three dorm mates, one signed a tripartite agreent then got unilaterally terminated by the company, unemployed at ho since last year; one went to an outsourcing company, stationed and overti every day, monthly salary barely covering rent; another opted wholly for grad school and civil service exams, under imnse stress daily..."

The visitor sighed deeply.

"I really... it's very tough for ," the visitor repeated.

"My family is in a small county, to stay in Beidu... is really difficult. My parents always brag about working in Beidu to relatives... They all think I'm living well now; when talking to them, I dare not ntion anything about what I've been facing."

"Internship salary is low, rent in Beidu is expensive, so is the cost of living... I saved over ten thousand from doing part-ti jobs during university, and now after working for months, instead of having savings, I have none left on hand..."

Nan Zhubin remained silent.

Letting the visitor vent.

"I... I even thought about returning ho, just letting it go, I can't stay here any longer. But... it's not that I can't let go of the pretense... It's just, after so many years of studying, if I now go back to do the sa work as those who started working in factories early... I can't..."

"At the very least, they have worked for so many years earlier than , earning much more money, and their positions are higher. I must earn as much as they do, right? It's illogical, illogical for to work so hard and now be so much worse off than them, so what have I been doing all these years?"

"I..."

The visitor's nasal resonance increased heavily, leaving only the sound of breathing.

Must have started sobbing.

Nan Zhubin did not reply.

"Teacher Nan." After a long pause, the visitor finally spoke again.

His voice suddenly softened: "Can you plea my case with managent? I'll work harder overti, have lower pay, just don't let them lay off, okay? I really can't take this, I finally found a job, have been here for so long, still just an intern. If I'm laid off, I really..."

The visitor incoherently promised, finally choking up to a changed tone: "I, I won't convert, will remain an intern, as long as I can stay with the company..."

...

If it were an offline consultation, there wouldn't be such significant emotional swings before and after venting.

Online consultations also have their own unique advantages. Through a phone, many words are easier to say.

Seeing the visitor's sobbing plea posture, it's already close to [regression].

To keep the job at the expense of salary, regularization qualifications, and other core interests might seem foolish, even unreasonable—since working is fundantally for earning.

But Nan Zhubin understands this state well.

When individuals face pressure exceeding psychological tolerance thresholds, they revert to more primitive coping modes, trading security with compromise and dependence.

At its root, the visitor has wholly bound self-worth to the job, equating "unemploynt" to "life collapse."

This is particularly common among the recent graduate group.

Initially, graduates lack workplace buffering experience, easily amplifying a single setback into overall denial;

In cases like the visitor's, there's also the absence of support systems, neither having workplace ntors nor willing to expose dilemmas to family, bottling up emotional vent channels;

Finally, there's the issue of cognitive frawork fixation, influenced by student ntality, accustod to evaluating oneself with a single dinsion.

Ultimately causing a "workplace adaptation challenge" "job market pressure" "family expectation burden" triple stress overlap.