"Really. But it's too late today. We'll see you next time."
"What..."
I hope you don't look at me like an abandoned dog dropping off my husband's back.
It's upbeat, and it's bad for the heart because the valley of the chest is wet and clear. A large, incompatible weapon has concentrated fire in my eyes on the body of a half a hundred and fifty centimetres of Maiden.
Even as such temptations take my consciousness away, if you look at the clock, it's almost around 3: 00 a.m. This is very bad even though I say it's normal to work tomorrow. There are quite a few limits to drowsiness and fatigue as of now.
"See you tomorrow. Will you tell me tomorrow?"
He answers high to the eating premature maiden, recalling his working environment and shaking his head.
"Uh, isn't it the right time to go home? I'm more or less at this hour every day."
Tokyo was surprised to find out the train was running until 1: 30 p.m.
I remember that I was thrilled to come to Tokyo from Fukuoka to get a job, and that was my first month in the company when I thought about bombing JR knowing that meant I would be put to work until 1: 30.
I don't know what time the premature maiden is home, but it's physically impossible to be later than me.
Whatever you say, it's limitless hard to say.
"Really..."
"Maybe we can hang out on a day off, even then."
I don't know when my next vacation is coming.
"Okay."
"It's above all for you to understand. Yes, then let's just block the broken window and go to sleep."
"I'll hire you. Welcome back."
The conversation is not engaged.
What are you talking about, this guy? Makes me look like I'm suddenly back from toddler regression and my level of speech hasn't changed anything.
"Um, what are you talking about, Anderstan?
"It's Understan."
"Are you an understan? But you said you'd hire him. Not so easily."
"My monthly income is 530,000."
Early Maiden said she'd come back. That was three times my income working until the end of the electricity.
Forcing him to pull back his near-distant consciousness.
"$530,000?
"It's $530,000."
"In denomination? By hand?"
"Of course it's by hand."
This is also what I learned as a social worker, and there are two types of income: 'denomination' and 'hands-on'.
The former adds up to the full salary, and refers to this one when it's called '3 million a year'. From there, they deduct whether it's a pension, a social security premium or a tax, and pitifully it is the latter's income at hand that reaches them.
In most cases, salaried earnings amount to about 80% of the nominal value.
In other words, 20% disappear. If you work five days a week, you work a day for free.
I have a lot to say about this system, but I'll leave it another time because it's out of the question. What matters now is that the premature maiden earns “one bottle" per year, including bonuses, which means a high income of more than 10 million yen.
"I'm not proud of it, but I was born without this hobby, without a lover, without any friends"
"I wasn't really proud of you"
"Rice and alcohol are all cheap and nutritious because it's just vain to go into a luxury store alone. Specifically, tofu."
"Delicious, isn't it, tofu"
"I like miso soup"
"Soybeans with tofu and miso. Hello, soybeans."
"It made me very healthy and saved more. Yet."
"... and yet?
I honestly ask back because I was overtly interrupted.
"The only person who was happy with that wasn't selling it!
"Well, any game my friends sell separately"
Apparently there are people in the world who hate board games played by the four of us.
"But I can't do it anymore. Once your body is engraved with the pleasure of having you say welcome back, you can't go back to your original life. So that's right. 300,000 a month. I'll hire you for that."
The rhetoric is awful. I won't tell you if you go in there because it's sexual harassment.
But when it comes to 300,000 a month, it's 70% more from current income. Besides, if the business details were to say "Welcome Back" to Maiden, there would be no such delicious story.
Rather too delicious to ride. I mean, I'm usually scared.
"But I have my job now, too."
"Excuse me, where do you work?
"Oh, I'm late, but here's what I am..."
Pass the business card as required. I feel like I can't get out of the habit of stereotyping my mouth when I hand it over for the rest of my life.
"Okay."
"Okay, what?
"Thank you for being late today. I'll plug the broken windows myself, so don't worry about anything."
"Huh?
"Good night, then"
He was kicked out of the front door to be pushed away and left pompous in the hallway of the apartment. The moment I closed the door, it was a failure to be seen by the dusty, laughing premature maiden.
But what's not to worry about? I can't help but worry about that in and of itself, but it's already too late for the night anyway. Anyway, I decided to think about it again tomorrow, and I slipped into my landscaped home futon with a heavy body.