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Mastering the Art of Salary Negotiation
When it comes to the job market, one of the most crucial skills you can possess is the ability to negotiate your salary. Negotiating your salary effectively can have a significant impact on your financial future and overall job satisfaction. However, many people feel uncomfortable or uncertain about approaching this topic. Here, I will share with you the art of salary negotiation and provide you with tips and strategies to help you master this essential skill.
By Robert Okello3 years ago in Interview
waiting for the summer
On the street, people are constantly shuttling in the hot sun, I slowly moved, waiting for the summer heat slowly dissipated. Looking out, my father was standing in the crowd, waiting for me after school. My father often told me that the scenery is on the road, to slow down and enjoy. However, I rarely look closely at my father, the most beautiful "scenery" on the road of life. Slowly, slowly, I approached him. Dad has entered middle age, slightly bloated, in the crowd, not tall, he had to stand on tiptoe, turn his dry eyes a few circles to barely look this way. He was at times restless, like a small sailboat entering the waves, swaying helplessly. Fat he naturally can not hold on for long, had to give up. After he stood firm, he tried to lift his head, like an unyielding old tree, and stood up. When did the hot-tempered man become so patient? How does he hold on when his days are over? The street lamp inadvertently lit up, melting in the thick dark purple. I no longer hesitate, I weighed the bag, ran out, looked at the face covered with sweat, dark skin in the light appears soft and just. As soon as my father took my schoolbag, he stepped on the electric car. After getting on the car, I looked up at my father and suddenly found that my father's back had begun to camel, and the hair on the back of his head was like the gray crops after being harvested. Crow's feet began to eat away at him, his stubborn head splitting the night and leading the light on. The weight of life bent his shoulders. "Home," he said softly. "It's all right, home." He repeated it. I was numb for a moment, took the bag, went upstairs. The years went by and my father grew old. I pray that I can do more for my father, even if it is just to give him a cup of hot tea when he is tired, bring him warmth; Or when his father was unhappy, he told his father about the funny things that happened at school to bring him laughter... I hope that at any time, I can always stay by his side, advance and retreat with him, and cherish every little thing with my father. I entered the house, lying near the window, and saw a long dark figure pulled by the street lamp, like an old bear, standing on the concrete floor. He slowly moved his steps closer to the stairwell, the sound of dull steps in his ears, and the landscape had flowed into the dark shadows. Father is still moving forward on the road of life, as a person on the road, I no longer worry, continue to move forward on the road of life. He stood in the sun, arms outstretched, smiling, smiling. I hope, time slow, years long flow; I wish I could be with my father all the way as I am now.Sweet sleep all night, drive away the fatigue of the journey, the day just Ma Ma bright, I begged my cousin to take me to the field to play. We walked in the winding field path, a fresh air coming, I breathed greedily, the heart suddenly felt the silk of pleasure. Looking from a distance, a faint red cloud hung in the horizon, in front of a piece of green fields, thin morning fog like the wisps of soft gauze, floating in the green fields, lingering in the brown field path, to the morning painted with a layer of ethereal charming color. Birds chirped in the poplar trees along the road, as if to welcome me, a small guest who had just come from the city. What a beautiful morning scene of my hometown! I really want to become a giant, with long arms to embrace the whole field. Oh, my shoes are wet, my pants are wet, where did the water come from? I crouched down and put my hand into the grass by the side of the road. Ah, my hands are wet too. Suddenly, a cool feeling rose in my heart, I found that the green grass is covered with beads of water. Oh, it was the morning dew that got my feet and pants wet. I lay down in the grass and watched. A crystal crystal dew quietly lying on the green leaves, some in the middle of the green leaves, some on the edge of the green leaves, some actually hanging on the tip of the leaf, shaking, glittering and translucent to drop, a twinkle, like the silly fat doll is naughty blinking this pair of shining eyes, lovely. I gently took off a dew-covered leaf, carefully held it in my hand, opened my eyes and watched it carefully. The biggest is like a pea, the small is like a sesame. Through this little pearl ball, the green leaves that had not been clearly venated could be seen, and even the very, very fine "blood vessels" on the leaves could be seen clearly. I could not help blowing gently on the shining dewdrops, but they were scattered like broken jade. Now, I hold in my hand is only a green leaf, the bud of those small drops of water all disappeared, and this green leaf also lost the crystal luster. Oh, the drops of water also have such a role, making the flowers more beautiful and colorful. I stood in front of the dew, as if I had entered a fresh world, my whole body and mind seemed to have been purified, purified into a exquisite dew. The bright red sun rose slowly from the east, and the "morning curtain" was not known to be secretly opened by anyone, and I looked for the dew on the rolling green leaves, but there was no more. Oh, the dew's life is so short! But it uses this short life to add fresh and pure to the morning, and gives people a bright world with its small body. "We should go home." My cousin's words awakened me from my meditation, and I was reluctant to part from this intoxicating home field.
By THOMAS BRUNKER3 years ago in Interview
Yin Sun Kang
Mencius said, "Heaven is about to entrust great duties to this man, and he must first torment his mind, strain his bones, and starve his body..." There is also an old saying: "In ancient times, those who achieved great things were not only exceptional talents, but also perseverance." It seems that through the ages, it is necessary to pay extraordinary efforts to achieve success, otherwise even if you are a genius, there will be a day when you run out of talent.
By Yetter Miears3 years ago in Interview
Comprehensive Vs Third Party Car Car Insurance: Which One Is Better?
We all understand that the major distinction between third-party and comprehensive auto insurance is one of coverage. The comprehensive insurance also covers damage done to one's own car, whereas the third-party insurance, as the name implies, only covers third-party liabilities. In addition, it should be evident that the latter will cost more to get the policy because it covers more items. Having the appropriate insurance is required for driving on Indian roadways. While third-party insurance, the bare minimum, is required, car owners also have the option of purchasing comprehensive insurance.
By Hazel Jones3 years ago in Interview
hometown
The second month of the lunar calendar has passed a long time ago, but it has been snowing for several days in Gansu Province in the northwest. I wanted to inject a touch of spring into my mood, but I felt more bitterly cold than the late winter at 39. Early in the morning, I opened the curtains with great anticipation, praying that the long-lost sunshine would reunite with me and awaken the warmth in my heart.
By Menning Polivick3 years ago in Interview
when my mother was
Today, when my mother was eating walnuts, she suddenly asked me mysteriously, "Nancy, do you know how many nuts are in the peach pit?" "There is one," I said casually. Mother took the peach stone over, saw the shell of the peach stone has been cracked, there are two kernel inside. These two peach kernel one is white white, one is brown, there are some patterns above. They sleep close together like two brothers. I thought they must be very soft, but I felt a little hard, and as smooth as marble. I gently peeled the skin off the outside of them, and the inside was shiny white, whiter than ivory. I look at them so white and tender, I think they must taste good! So I took a bite. Wow! The bitter juice spread everywhere and made me show my teeth. Mother was on the side of the schadenfreude "giggle" straight smile. I had to give those two little monsters a dirty look. Aych! They are so cunning, this bitter juice may be their talisman! I asked my mother if all peach pits have two nuts? Mom shook her head and said she didn't know. I took out some new peach stones, with a stone to open a look, I saw that there is a peach kernel inside. It turns out that most peach pits have one kernel, and only a few have two. The shell of the peach stone is very hard, and its surface has many small holes. This hard shell is like a mother protecting the baby inside. Then I went online to find out what the stone was for. I know that in addition to growing new peach trees, peach pits can also be carved into flowers, birds, fish, insects, people, boats, necklaces and other crafts. Today, I understand this truth: life is full of learning, as long as you are willing to observe, you will find. oneI hate bugs, but I hate flies, mosquitoes, caterpillars (although she will be beautiful when she grows up) and aphids... But I also like some bugs, and spring silkworms are one of them. Spring is coming. It is a good time to raise silkworms. One day, I bought a box of spring silkworm, which is also the beginning of my contact with spring silkworm. Time passed quickly. After a month, the silkworms began to wrap themselves in white silk... After a few weeks, the silkworms emerged from their cocoons and turned into moths. Many more eggs are laid. Not long after that, they lost their precious lives...... Seeing all this, I was deeply moved. Spring silkworm suddenly became so holy in my heart, so tall, especially its valuable spirit - unknown. It touched me a lot. Therefore, I can't help thinking of people like spring silkworms. Spring silkworm to die silk square, wax torch into ash tears dry. This all-too-familiar phrase is the embodiment of a teacher's holiness. Spring silkworms are like teachers, and teachers are like spring silkworms. Teachers are like spring silkworms! The teacher with youth and blood, with knowledge and sweat, watering out a blossoming beautiful flowers, not just like the spring silkworm moth, out of one offspring? When the flood, it is those heroes who sacrifice their lives for the interests of the people regardless of the danger of life to come forward, they are not like spring silkworm dedication? Spring silkworm is a small animal that eats mulberry and spins silk in nature. It eats cheap mulberry leaves and spits out precious silk. It contributes a lot to people, but asks for little from people, and spits out the last thread to humanity, while it dies silently. I like spring silkworm, more like spring silkworm people. I will be a person like a spring silkworm and bloom the most beautiful flowers with my life.
By Gregory Mackey3 years ago in Interview
One evening in summer
One evening in summer, I came home from school. My father and mother were busy and didn't go home yet. I called my mother and said, "Mom, can I cook today?" Mother said: "No, you can't do, hot to what?" I said, "It's okay, I'm so old, I should learn to cook, and let mom and dad taste my craft." Mother said: "Well, be careful, don't burn." Make sure to turn off the gas, otherwise there will be gas poisoning, or explosion caused by fire, very dangerous, must pay attention to." As I said yes, I also muttered to myself. Say say, dry is dry, long so big, I have not cooked, but since in front of my mother bragged, also only hard scalp dead support. But actually doing it is not so simple. What are you doing? Just make rice. And what to eat? Yes, scrambled eggs! I know it best, because I've often seen my mother cook it. So, I scooped three bowls of rice, washed twice, put it in the rice cooker, add the right amount of water, and then plug in the power, press the switch. Then, I took five eggs, knock into a bowl, put green onion and salt and MSG, and then use chopsticks to stir. When I was ready, I sat on the oil pan on the gas stove and poured in the oil. For a moment, the oil pan began to smoke. I immediately put the beaten egg juice into the pot, as soon as I saw the skin around, I used the spatula to gently lift around the egg juice, and then turn it over, for a while, a basin of fragrant eggs will be done. After a short time, the rice was cooked. I just want to put the rice into the bowl, the hand accidentally touched the inside of the pot, hot I dance, quickly to the edge of the pool with cold water rinse. Lower the temperature. Cooking is not easy, I thought. I'm thinking about it. It's thick. The smell of gas rushed to my nostrils. Oh, I forgot to turn off the gas!" I shouted as I rushed into the kitchen and turned off the gas. My mother's fears were fulfilled, and I couldn't help feeling a little scared. Dinner, mom and dad also just came back, smelling the strong smell of gas, had to open the hood, open the window, let the gas smell disappear as soon as possible. After a while, the taste finally completely gone, mom and dad while eating praise my craft is good, I finally relieved.This afternoon, my father took me to the park to see the flowers. As soon as I walked into the park, I saw rows of willow trees on the bank of the river, carding long green braids, this scene can remind me of the "jasper makeup into a tree height, 10,000 hanging green silk sash" in the pen of He Zhizhang. Then, a fragrant aroma into my nose, we follow the fragrance to find, the original is light, small, golden jasmine! The winter jasmine has taken off its buds and grown new leaves, which are still crowded and competing for a large place. Golden winter jasmine in the spring breeze and accompanied by green leaves, curious to stretch out its cute and clever little head, looking around to see if there are strangers. Winter jasmine is really each have their own posture, some looking up, open their eyes, is enjoying the beauty of the sky; Some tilted body, bent waist, secretly and friends on the phone! Some are still a bud, like a shy little girl, evasive, not to let others laugh at their appearance; Others get together and whisper. You see, some primrose flowers seem to say, "I am beautiful, aren't I?" My dad and I couldn't wait to take out our phones and shoot. After a while, I was fascinated and felt that the whole world was only left with winter jasmine. I was getting ready to see my father when I was surprised. I saw my father's clothes have become colorful, went in to take a closer look, oh! The original father stood behind the jasmine, the yellow is the jasmine, the green is the leaves. A breeze blowing, winter jasmine dancing in the wind, showing a bright smile. At this time, I found a spring jasmine wreath on the lawn. I think: it must be a person who does not love flowers and trees too much! Winter jasmine is really beautiful! They welcomed a beautiful spring girl.
By Travis Daniels3 years ago in Interview
in the afternoon
Today, my friend and I have made an appointment to go to Changze Family in the afternoon, and then go to the haunted house in Wusong Park. In the afternoon, I went to Chang Ze Shi's home, the small partners have been there, we set out. To Wusong Park, we entered the gate, which was very lively, filled with the children's happy laughter and stimulating screams. We got to the haunted house, we paid, and we went in. It was a little dark inside, but I could see something vaguely. Walking in it is like walking in a maze, with black "cloth" blocking here and there, blocking your way. My friends and I closely together, follow the crowd to a corner, in the dark, I vaguely saw a white "ghost" standing there, there are several people close to it, it suddenly shook up, issued a sound of ghost crying and howling, I was terrified, quickly around the "ghost". I also heard someone whisper that the "ghost" was electric. My friends are also missing, perhaps they have been scared out of the haunted house by the "ghost". Around the corner, the wall was plastered with white pictures of skeletons, and on them hung the clothes of ghosts. Maybe it's the shock. My head's a little dizzy. I came out of the haunted house, sure enough to see my little friends standing there, how also refused to go in, the father of the party Zhengkun had to take us into the haunted house, the Party Zhengkun hid in his father's back, Chang Ze saw the scary things screamed, LAN Yuze just went in and came out again, I was sometimes afraid to hold the Party Zhengkun father's arm. In the end, we left this horrible haunted house. This afternoon is really a happy and exciting afternoon.In the magical nature, there is a wonderful grass called "mimosa". Mimosa is a fascicled plant, about 40 cm tall. The flowers are lilac in color and spherical in shape. Stem slightly lilac, many branches, with barb hair and sharp thorns. The leaves are long, oval in shape and spread in reverse pairs on the stem. The tender red stems against the fresh green leaves are so simple and elegant. If you gently touch it with your hand, its leaves will close and the whole piece will droop in a shaggy manner, and in a few minutes it will recover. Why is this? I continued to observe mimosa with this question in mind. I found that when the mimosa is touched, it closes its leaves, all because of its "turgor effect". Because at the base of the petiole of the mimosa plant, there is a thin-walled membrane tissue full of water, that is the leaf pillow. When the leaves of the mimosa plant are shaken, water from the cells in the lower part of the pillow immediately flows up and down the sides. As a result, the lower part of the pillow is depressed, the upper part is raised, and the petiole drops and closes. I also found that not only do some lobules of mimosa close when stimulated, but they also transmit information to neighboring lobules, so that the whole plant closes and the petiole droops. After consulting the information, I understood that mimosa is a perennial herb or subshrub of the leguminous family. It is also known as the grass of shame, the grass of Shouting, and the grass of fear of ugliness. Poor cold resistance, native to tropical America. The flowers, leaves and pods of mimosa have good ornamental effect, and become potted flowers on balconies and indoors, and can be planted in many places such as courtyards. I also learned that when the mimosa is shaken, it will not only sag and close, but sometimes curl upward. Its "shyness" is a kind of self-protection skills, it is not only when touched by the hand will be shy, whenever encountered strong wind or heavy rain, it will shyly close the leaves. Observing mimosa made me understand that as long as we observe and think about some things around us, we must be able to discover the mystery.
By lakeisha sanders3 years ago in Interview
Kazakhstan Proposes Ending Talks Between Russia, Iran, and Turkey in Astana
Kazakhstan Proposes Ending Talks Between Russia, Iran, and Turkey in Astana Introduction Kazakhstan, a Central Asian country known for its strategic location and active role in international diplomacy, has recently made a bold proposal to end the talks between Russia, Iran, and Turkey in Astana. The Astana talks, also known as the Astana process, have been instrumental in addressing the Syrian conflict and facilitating dialogue among the key stakeholders. In this article, we will explore the reasons behind Kazakhstan's proposal and analyze its potential implications for the region.
By Owais Creation3 years ago in Interview
