Speech by a petroleum company oiler

I have been in the station for more than a year, and I have never made any mistakes during my shift. Going to work in the morning, as the lyrics sang: "I am a little bird..." Saying that I am happy, maybe I am younger than other teachers and sisters! I never put those messy things in my heart, and I was eager to refuel on the island. It was my position, my dream. The mother is the stationmaster of this station, perhaps influenced by her mother, making me fall in love with this industry. The eight-step method of refueling, I am meticulous. Customers like to let me cheer for them; I am also willing to serve them.

The polite language of "Hello, how much oil do you add", etc., I said nothing. The sister said: "We can't say it, oh, this place, often, others will say that you are sick, and then, our Mandarin is not enough." But I never think so, there must be a process of understanding, slow. People get used to it slowly, no matter how good the hacker is, how happy I am. Of course, when there are difficulties encountered, it is really a headache, no way, the customer is God, the credibility of the first. However, if the method is right, the customer can understand.

The gas station is a window of petrochemical external image. The good service standard directly affects the image of the whole company. In this ordinary post, my "happy bird" sometimes suffers from "wind and rain". One morning, I just took over, a pickup truck quickly stopped in front of the tanker. "Hello, what oil do you add?" I smiled and greeted, a strange and red head came out from the window: "nonsense Of course, add diesel, hurry, hurry, ask what, trouble, and coronation." The rounds of the two fingers shook in front of my eyes, and a smell of wine came from me. A little dizzy, how is this attitude? I am calm and war-torn. When I encounter such a person, I can only use my own service to be in place. After prompting to return to zero, I received the money and followed the refueling procedure to complete the refueling. "Look, your oil has been added, please..." The car has already gone out far after the words have not been finished. I then greeted the next car. At this moment, I found that there was a card under the oil-filled island. When I picked it up, it was the Agricultural Bank of China Jinsui Card. There is no doubt that it was the "drunk" that just fell. I quickly handed it over to the class monitor. At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, a pickup truck stopped in front of the station and got a familiar figure. Hey, isn't that the "drunk"? I was happy in my heart... He is the director of the mining plant that came to us. He was very grateful to me and apologized to me and reached a long-term oil purchase agreement with me. I don't have no gas in my heart. I don't want to be angry with him. I really want to marry him, but I endure it. I know that my every move may affect the image of the entire gas station.

In the two years, I have gone from simple to mature. I hope that my petrochemical will be like a fire, and I will live forever.