wavenovel Chapter 51 Filing
Chapter 51 Filing
Jiang Haiping spread the employment registration notice from the county on the table at the workshop entrance. The morning sunlight shone obliquely through the large window, falling on the yellowed paper.
There were two notices: one with black text on a white background, issued uniformly by the province, and the other was an official document forwarded by the county fisheries bureau.
The dates on the documents differed by less than a week, but by the time the documents reached the service station, almost half of the filing deadline had passed.
Wang Cunzhi delivered the documents by motorcycle yesterday afternoon. He put the documents on the table, said that Director Sun told him to fill them out quickly, and then left in a hurry.
The paper had been on the table overnight, and the edges were slightly softened by the morning dampness.
Jiang Haiping placed the enamel mug on the corner of the table. The mug contained boiling water that Lin Xiue had just poured, and steam rose from the mouth of the mug, swirling in the morning light.
He read through the entire notice from the province.
All fishery maintenance stations in the province must conduct unified employment registration. All registered personnel must fill out a registration form, indicating their name, age, job type, date of employment, and technical level. No omissions are allowed.
The county's official document added a sentence: Pilot units should be given priority in implementation and should complete it by the end of the month.
He put the official document aside and read the provincial notice again.
The registration form is a standard format, a large form with columns printed in each cell, and the horizontal and vertical lines intersecting densely, like a net.
Jiang Haiping took out a ballpoint pen from the drawer and tried it on the draft paper. The ink flow was not smooth, and the pen tip had to draw several lines on the paper before ink came out.
He put the pen on the table and then pulled out another one from the depths of the drawer. This was the one Ah Hai had used the day before yesterday, and there was still a little bit of machine oil on the barrel.
I tried it out, and this time the water flowed smoothly.
Lin Xiu'e brought over a bowl of fish ball soup and placed it beside him.
The soup noodles were covered with a layer of finely chopped scallions, and had stopped steaming. A thin film of oil had formed on the surface.
She glanced at the documents spread out on the table: "Do you want me to help you copy them?"
Jiang Haiping said to fill in the name and date of employment first, and wait for Lao Fang to decide on the technical level column.
Lin Xiu'e pulled up a chair and sat down next to him, took the registration form, and then rummaged through the drawer to find the service station's roster.
The roster was a modified old registration book, its plastic cover worn white, with each page recording the date each person visited the service station.
She turned to the first page and found Lao Fang's name.
"Fang Desheng, date of employment: first day of service station opening, trade: fitter."
She took a ballpoint pen and wrote Lao Fang's name on the first line of the registration form, each stroke steady and clear.
The "Technical Level" column is empty.
After writing Lao Fang's name, she turned to Qiu Changhai's name. "Qiu Changhai, occupation: seamstress, what should I fill in for his skill level?"
Jiang Haiping said to leave it empty for now and discuss it when Lao Fang comes back.
Lin Xiu'e put down the registration form and said, "If Lao Qiu's skills were graded, the provincial standards wouldn't even be a fraction of his."
She paused, then said, "Old Qiu certainly doesn't care about this, but he's been sharpening that chisel for forty years, there has to be an explanation."
Jiang Haiping kept these words in mind and said that he would ask Wang Cunzhi about the technical level section later to see if he could add a practical certification process for the veteran workers.
Lin Xiu'e continued writing.
Ding Haisheng, a welder, has won awards in provincial competitions. Ahai, an engine mechanic, independently leads a team to repair main engines. Aguang, a used parts manager and welding apprentice.
Hong Xiaobing, a marine engineering apprentice, independently disassembles and assembles gearboxes.
Xiao Zhou, a seamstress, is Master Song's apprentice.
Zhou Haisheng, apprentice warehouse manager of used parts.
Jiang Haibo, an apprentice, has been with the company for less than two months.
Hong Ashun, an apprentice, has been working for less than a month.
She paused when she wrote about herself.
Jiang Haiping glanced at the filing form in her hand: "Write it."
Lin Xiue lowered her head and wrote in the name column: Lin Xiue, age 21, occupation: sewing worker, technical level: senior worker, date of employment: the first day the service station opened.
After writing it, she looked at the line of text for a long time before handing the registration form to Jiang Haiping.
Jiang Haiping read it from beginning to end.
Several fields in the technical level column are empty. Lao Fang has not taken the certification exam, Qiu Changhai has not taken the certification exam, and Ding Haisheng has a provincial competition ranking but has not taken the welder level certificate exam.
He pulled out the appendix to the provincial notice, which contained the technical grade standards, line after line, densely packed.
He looked at the standards one by one. Lin Xiu'e had won first place in the provincial competition, and her senior technician certificate was issued by the province. According to the provincial standards, she was eligible.
But Lao Fang and Qiu Changhai couldn't fit the criteria; the province didn't have a grade like "thirty years of shipyard fitter experience" or a standard like "forty years of sewing experience."
He put down the appendix and added a few lines to the remarks column of the record form with a ballpoint pen.
Following Lao Fang's name: Thirty years of experience as a shipyard fitter, and a founding member of the service station.
Behind Qiu Changhai's name: Forty years of experience in sewing, and a provincial-level inheritor of traditional craftsmanship.
After finishing the form, I put it aside and waited for Lao Fang to come back and review it.
Outside the workshop, Lao Fang's voice came from the engine room, casually discussing the installation sequence of the oil pan gasket with Hong Xiaobing.
Lin Xiu'e stood up, cleared away the bowls and chopsticks, walked to the kitchen door, and glanced back at the half-filled registration form on the table.
Old Qiu's note sat there quietly, the sunlight streaming in through the window, illuminating the words "40 years of sewing experience".
She suddenly remembered how he sat by the stone trough yesterday, chiseling the mortise. His hands were steady, but he paused several times when he straightened up.
She put the bowl in the sink, turned on the tap to rinse the handle, and continued kneading her dough.
In the afternoon, Lao Fang returned from the dock, squatted at the workshop entrance, finished smoking a cigarette, and then took the registration form and read it from beginning to end.
Seeing the words after his name, he twitched his lips but didn't say anything.
He stared at Qiu Changhai's line for a long time.
Jiang Haiping said that for those people whose technical skill levels were vacant, he would ask Ahai to go to the county to inquire and see if a practical certification process could be added for the experienced workers.
Old Fang returned the registration form to Jiang Haiping, stood up, and dusted off his trousers.
A few more loquats on the tree outside the window have turned yellow, and the water that Ah Guang watered in the morning has dried up. The broken seashells gleam white in the sunlight.