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张闽,真名实姓.网络昵称温莎。2007年5月28日开博成为网易中年职业女性情感生活题材的传记散文写手,以原创传记散文为基调开设纪实博客,也撰写杂文和制作音画。以淳朴、自然、清新、细腻的笔触将音乐的韵律和美学的色彩学以及时尚的生活品味融入文学作品,描述现代职业女性生活,前卫不仅体现在着装、音乐、心理等时尚生活元素和品位,更走在政治思想、财政金融等时评类文学的前列、与时俱进。愿志同道合的您跟随我的笔墨,分享生活沉淀和触碰时代脉搏,一同活在我的博客世界里!

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【温莎原创译文】第一次求职  

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《大学英语 精读》第二册 第三版 P51

总主编:董亚芬

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1. 你做过全日制工作或者临时工吗?如果做过,那么你找的是一份怎样的工作?

2. 你毕业以后打算找一份怎样的工作?

3. 你希望未来的老板是怎样的一个人?

 

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试图在入学以前挣点钱,作者应聘了一份教师的职位。但是面试进行得越来越糟糕... ...

 

第一次求职

 

Robert Best

 

1)    就在等待大学入学通知书的时候,地方报纸上的一则学校教师招聘广告吸引了我的眼球,学校在伦敦郊外距离我的住所10英里的路程,因为手头很紧,而且正想做点有益的事情,在既没有文凭也没有任何教学经验的情况下,得到这份工作的希望渺茫,我踌躇满志地办了求职手续。

2)    不管怎么说,三天后我收到了一封来信,邀请我去克罗伊登(英国大伦敦南侧的一个区)面试。后来证实这是一次艰难的旅程:一辆开往克罗伊登的列车;一辆10分钟的公交车程然后要步行至少0.25英里的路程。结果是,在一个炎热的六月的清晨,我已经失去所有的信心,被吓到全身颤抖。

3)    学校是一幢拥有落地窗户的红色砖瓦房。屋前的花园是一块沙砾空地;四个角落上,迎着繁忙主干道上的粉尘顽强地矗立着四株常青灌木。

4)     很明显,是校长亲自开的门。他个子很矮而且肥胖。他留了个黄中带红的八字须,一幅爬满皱纹的额头,头上没几根毛。

5)    他面带惊讶不满地看了我一会儿,象个上校注视着一个没系靴带的列兵,“啊是呀,”他嘴里咕哝着,“你最好进来一下。”狭窄、阴森的大厅散发着不新鲜的卷心菜的味道;墙上沾满墨水的污渍;屋内一片寂静。从地毯上的面包屑看得出这里也是他看书和用餐的地方。“你最好坐下来”他说,然后开始问我一些问题:我在学校主修的是哪些课程、多大了、喜欢玩什么游戏,然后突然用他那布满血丝的眼睛盯着我问,是不是认为游戏是儿童教育中富有生机的部分。我含糊其辞地说其实这一部分对他们来说并不是那么的重要。他咕哝着说我说错了。校长和我明显没有多少共同语言。

6)    他说,有一个24个学生的班级,年龄在7-13岁之间。我必须教除了艺术课他自己上以外的所有课程。每周三和周六的下午在一英里以外的公园上足球和板球课。

7)    教学课程让我望而却步。我得按照不同的层次将班级分成三组教他们代数和几何---这两门试我在校期间完全不胜任的两门功课。更差的恐怕还是周六下午的板球;我的大部分朋友都是在那个时候享受休闲时光。

8)    我胆怯地说,“我的薪水多少?”“每周十二英镑外加午餐费。”我还没有来得及回应,他就站起身来,“现在,”他说 ,“你最好见一下我的老婆,她才是这个学校真正掌权的。”

9)    这下可突破了我最后一道防线。我太年轻了:在一个女上司面前一展宏图简直是莫大的侮辱。

 

 

 

 

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转载英文原文:P51

 

Warm-Up Questions

1. have you ever taken a full-time or part-time job?If the answer is yes,what kind of a job was it?

2. What kind fo a job do you want to have after graduation?

3. What kind of a person do you want to have as your future boss?

 

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Trying to make some money before entering university,the author applies for a teaching job. But the interview goes from bad to worse...

 

My First Job

 

Robert Best

 

1)    While I was waiting to enter university, I saw advertised in a local newspaper a teaching post at a school in a suburb of London about ten miles from where I lived. Being very short of money and wanting to do something useful,I applied, fearing as I did so, that without a degree and with no experience in teaching my chances of getting the job were slim.

2)    However, three days later a letter arrived, asking me to go to Croydon for an interview. It proved an awkward journey:a train to Croydon station;a ten-minute bus ride and then a walk of at least a quarter of a mile. As a result I arrived on a hot June morning too drepressed to feel nervous.

3)    The school was a red brick house with big windows. The front garden was a gravel square; four evergreen shrubs stood at each corner,where they struggled to survive the dust and fumes from a busy main road.

4)     It was clearly the headmaster himself that opened the door. He was short and fat. He had a sandy-coloured moustache,a wrinkled forehead and hardly any hair.

5)    He looked at me with an air of surprised disapproval, as a colonel might look at a private whose bootlaces were undone. 'Ah yes,'he grunted.'You'd better come inside.'The narrow,sunless hall smelled unpleasantly of stale cabbage; the walls were dirty with ink marks; it was all silent. His study,judging by the crumbs on the carpet, was also his dinning-room.'You'd better sit down,'he said, and proceeded to ask me a number of questions:what subjects I had taken in my General School Certificate;how old I was; what games I played; then fixing me suddently with his bloodshot eyes, he asked me whether I thought games were a vital part of a boy's education. I mumbled something about not attaching too much importance to them. He grunted.I had said the wrong thing. The headmaster and I obviuosly had very little in common.

6)    The school, he said,consisted of one class of twenty-four boys, ranging in age from seven to thirteen. I should have to teach all subjects except art, which he taught himself. Foofball and cricket were played in the Park,a mile away on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons.

7)    The teaching set-up filled me with fear. I should have to divide the class into three groups and teach them in turn at three different levels;and I was dismayed at the thought of teaching algebra and geometry---two subjects at which I had been completed incompetent at school.Worse perhaps was the idea of Saturday afternoon cricket; most of my friends would be enjoying leisure at that time.

8)    I said shyly,'What would my salary be?''Twelve pounds a week plus lunch.'Before I could protest, he got to his feet.'Now,'he said,'you'd better meet my wife.She's the one who really runs this school.'

9)    This was the last straw.I was very young:the prospect of working under a woman constituted the ultimate indignity.

 

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