Taking buses is my routine at weekends.

I would meet different people on buses. At most of the time, they'd be silent. But one afternoon, three young girls, who were standing beside me, chatted their jobs in a high profile. They worked in the same agency relevant to English teaching. From their talking, I knew that all of them would be out of work a week later, for the agency couldn't carry on any longer.

They complained about their boss, their foreign colleagues, and their salaries. One girl even claimed to steal textbooks from the agency.

I was sick and tired of their talking. Compared with me, the three girls possessed a better opportunity to communicate with foreigners; they ought to have made full use of that.

More than these comments, I thought of my own future. Will I become one of them, what kind of job can I find, am I competent of my future job? Some of these questions are still not clear in my mind; however, one question is clear that I will strike out my own way, different from theirs.

One that has a job but no morality is no match for one that has morality but no job.