Was it a welco or tornt for the newcor?
On my very first day at work, late at night following the interview, I caught a glimpse of such a phenonon for the first ti in my life.
Oh, youre 25, huh, how young.
On my initial shift, I was first introduced to Aoyama, the most experienced mber of the late-night group.
As a shy person, such an easygoing and caring nature from the other party was appreciated by .
I was taught everything I needed to know about the job in a thorough and detailed manner as a newcor.
Ask any questions you dont understand, because you are the newcor I expect a lot from you.
Expect?
Oh my, the manager said the new recruit is going to last a long ti!
O-Oh.
Not only is it late at night, but due to the nature of the place, its rare for people to show up, and at tis no one shows up until the morning. So when youre with , feel free to spend ti chitchatting.
Saying this, I was patted on the shoulder.
When I heard the word late night, the image I had was more of free ti than a hectic schedule, therefore, being able to talk and occupy myself with ti was quite a blessing for .
This made sowhat feel like a good-for-nothing employee, though, and Aoyama laughed when I ntioned this, remarking, Indeed, youre right.
Within an hour or so, I was completely at ease with Aoyama. It was a relief to know that I would not have to be concerned about human relations right after joining the establishnt.
Well, this person happened to be a man though.
He was the so-called effeminate man.
His physique was stout and he was bald. In terms of height and width of his shoulders, you would assu he was a foreigner, yet his tone of voice was precisely that of a woman.
In fact, he apparently worked here part-ti to earn money to carry out a rush job for the lower half of his body.
Still, a rush job
Coming out to soone he had just t for the first ti was terrific and then there was a lot of body contact for nothing but I should just pretend I was imagining it.
He was individualistic, but a nice guy.
Youre here because of the hourly wage, Aoyama?
Youre the sa, arent you, Hakamada?
W-Well 1300 yen is dazzling.
Haha, I know, you can be more open about it, you know. Even the manager is aware of it.
A fearless smile spread across his face as his shoulders moved up and down.
But then everyone quit at once after saying that.
The ingratiating smile that had surfaced until now vanished instantaneously as if a candle had been extinguished.
Did many people quit after all?
Yes, dozens a year. Among them, only , Takenaka, and Hirai remain, though those two are exceptional.
Heh
A typical person usually lasts about a week. Occasionally, there are a few who still hold on, but it seems they get ntally overloaded. A couple of them ended up in the hospital.
Sent to the hospital!?
My voice betrayed my incredulity.
I wondered what had transpired.
Around a few months ago, there was a girl by the na of Kawachi.
The manager beca worried and contacted her parents when he didnt hear from her for around ten days and it was discovered that she slit her wrists in her apartntthat she had attempted suicide.
Suicide
The vivid account involuntarily sent a shiver down my spine.
Wow But was this related to this part-ti job?
Well, I suppose young people must have all sorts of difficulties in their private lives. The sa Takenaka who is in the late-night group said that she
Right about the ti Aoyama was on the verge of explaining, the automatic door opened and a middle-aged man in a suit entered through the open automatic door, accompanied by a tensionless lody that everyone must have heard at least once before.
Oh my, look, we have a custor.
Hang on. Wasnt that a terrible opening remark to make after a custor had just arrived?
As though to mask Aoyamas words, I hurriedly raised my voice in greeting.
The man, probably passing by on his way ho from work, ca to the cash register promptly carrying a PET bottle of tea and a bento in the basket.
It was a common sight.
Even though it was not my first ti working as a cashier, it was my first day, and I wanted to see how Aoyama would handle the custor service. That said, a convenience store operation flowed very similar to that of a supermarket. Basically, all that was required was to hit the cash register and return the change. Ordering, cleaning, inspecting, and many other things were involved, but once familiarized with them, it was not difficult at all.
Thank you very much.
The man received his change, got into his car parked in the parking lot, and drove away. After the man left, another hour went by without seeing another custor.
Aoyama and I resud our conversation.
Having done most of the cleaning and inspections, there was little else to do, to be honest.
Even the occasional sound of a motorcycle engine from outside passed by without interruption, and hardly a soul was on the street, with the road in front of being surrounded by the sea of trees.
Everywhere was pitch-dark.
At this ti of the day, anyone wandering around in a place like this would be odd.
Indeed, it seed to be an unusual place for custors to co by.
So, what was the continuation of that story you were about to tell earlier?
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