I want to take off

Could you give me some advices about my essay? Is there any unidiomatic expressions?

In some sense, the bottom feeder is fortunate. Because the spotlight will focus on them for their news worthiness or showing the benevolence of the government. Have ever anybody kept an eye on the interests of the less-well-off, especially some people, in most cases, out of public consciousness? They will not act like the man in Foxconn who jumped off the rooftop after working overtime. They dare not act like Xie Junfeng who killed the chengguan for being bullied overly. They are paycheck-to-paycheck, working-poor plebs.

I’m one of them and for my job, “diaosi” is more suitable to self-mockery. Because, normally, we work in a relatively sealed place-- airport which is invisible to the people living in the downtown.

We are the mechanics who do the maintains to the aircraft.

Granted, from some perspectives, it’s cool that dealing with the titanic, high-tech machine, just like the actors in the TVB series Triumph In The Skies. It seems that we have the less working time, better yet, being paid three times during statutory public holidays. It’s tempting that we can fly to anywhere with the free tickets offered by the airlines as an employee benefit. However, I want to say that actually, we are more like Sisyphuses living in the airport who maintain the aeroplanes repeatedly everyday.

Here, I want to explain that I wrote this article for joining the Blogging contest for young Chinese. Originally, I should post some pictures of removed blades of the engine, or grotesque tools that appeared in the sci-fi movies, or even a video of our “high-end” workshop scenarios with a carved-up Boeing 747, which blows the netizens’ mind as a mean of sensationalism, rather than obtruding my or our own affairs so much on the notice of the readers until I have some conversations with my colleagues. In these conversations, I saw the dark side of the moon in my life. I want to narrate them as a spectator and recorder, for everyone, in this era of We-Media, should pick up the paintbrush to portray his life.
OK, I’ll kick off the story.