A communication engineer’s year-end summary is actually like this

The base station failed again, and I was left with no choice but to brave the snow and walk toward the distant tower. It's not just about fixing equipment—it's about keeping the connection alive in the coldest of times.

On a rainy morning, I stood at the threshold—half inside, half outside. The weight of responsibility pressed down on me, and in the end, I had to leave for a better future. From south to north, from spring to winter, it's been a long journey without a clear destination. I'm waiting for peace, for a return, and for something more than just survival.

This morning, I heard that the plan has changed again. I spent the night worrying, trying to stay calm as the X period approached. If only things could move forward step by step instead of jumping ahead blindly, it would be much better.

No matter what decision is made, the leadership’s opinion remains unchanged. I either work late in the computer room or go home and write reports under the dim light of my desk. It's exhausting, but I keep going.

Early summer has arrived, but the cold lingers. My back is still damp with sweat, and the plan keeps changing. Responsibility feels like a burden I didn't ask for. If I used to fight with a knife, can I now just play with a stick? It's hard to say.

I looked up at the calendar, and nearly half the year had passed. I gently tore off one page, thinking that the goals set at the start of the year won’t be met. Still, I push forward, even if the path is unclear.

The wind and rain are relentless, but I remain strong. I ensure communication stays smooth, even when the storm hits. Wherever there's a signal, I'm there—waiting for the next challenge.

As I look out at the lights from outside the window, I wonder where 5G is headed. How do we evolve? What does the future hold? These questions linger in my mind, unanswered but ever-present.

I travel alone, savoring the beauty of the world and the flavors of different places. This Mid-Autumn Festival, I wonder if I'll make it home for a reunion. Sometimes, all I want is to be with family.

Lying in the trough, I watch the network crash under the weight of the tourist rush. It's chaotic, but I keep the systems running. That's what I do.

I explained my reasons for leaving, hoping for the year-end bonus to bring some relief. But I know, deep down, that this isn't just about money—it's about recognition, respect, and purpose.

What? Half of the year-end award? It's frustrating, but I won't let it stop me. I remember why I started. I will fight again next year, stronger than before.