Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

"Chikushi Kudo, I will never forgive you. My holidays back..."

Sip a sip of mineral water from a fully warmed pet bottle and spit evil in your chest so that it doesn't sound like a junior poking around in the seat across the street. Late shift from ten o'clock, with no toilet break instead of a lunch break, 5: 30 p.m.

Rest rooms off the clock are sparse for people, and the catering counters in the dining room section are closed all the time and stacked with only a self-service water dispenser and a glass of plastic. All the juniors can do is sigh at the break between the bundles they finally took.

"Oh, what will you do if you get cystitis? That was tight."

"I've already fallen apart, I'm humiliated to have stood on the sales floor with such a face..."

I should have been hungry, but after everything, I wouldn't know, and I don't have any more appetite. In just enough time, I'll have to fix this sales talk and Smile's broken makeup and go back to the sales office again. I have to let the early kids go home.

... I was really off today. This is my eighth year as a hairdresser at a department store. On the eleventh holiday in a series of shifts, I should have slept plenty for a day to soothe my tired mind and body and gone to the beauty salon tomorrow by cleaning the accumulated room living alone. What a holiday I bought at the supermarket yesterday when it closed and even made jam with small strawberries. Yet.

I can't believe I'm still awake at 8: 00 in the morning in my sleep on a phone call from the sales rep.

"Takano-kun, I'm sorry. On my day off. I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you could come in and help me with number three today. '

"... Kudo? What? I don't want to talk about that from the morning."

The sleeping husky voice must have been quite compelling. I heard a younger salesman say piggy from the beginning. I'd prefer a more tannic Ikevoice, not you, if I were to be woken up too.

Sakashita-kun was admitted to the hospital because of gastroenteritis. There's no one else I can go to, please, just for one day '

Sakashita?... Well, you used it, poor thing. That kid's the kind of person who builds up, so I told you many times to take care of him, didn't I? '

"I shouldn't have had a problem shifting, hey, because she has a thin line"

'Yeah, but I don't like it today. You know, even though I'm finally off at the beginning of my eleventh shift.'

'I know, I'll manage there!

After all, I couldn't say no. It's my fault. Everywhere is spinning in critical numbers, so the difficulty of missing one is stained on me. Store number three was working for two years before, so I knew it was on my own, and there were still juniors there at that time, and it was easy in that respect...... I'm tired. What, that number of visitors? I thought you were Ueno's panda. Do not remove the customer before the counter.

When I asked my junior when I was waiting for the cashier, thankfully he praised our foundation last night for being a popular model or actress on TV or the internet or something. I didn't know because I didn't have the energy to watch TV or the internet on eleven shifts. Does that mean our store is in this state now? Can I help other stores? Hey Kudo, get in the help now. It's a change.

"Skin care would still be fine, but, hey, Funde has to see the color flavors and stuff, so it takes a while for one person. It's pressure to wait in the back."

"Well, I don't think I can serve a lot of customers."

"It helped Chief Takano to be here today. Example human, if you make him wait at all, he will complain and talk long. If I were you, I'd still be preaching."

"Oh, you know... I don't know if it's that hard to serve customers, she's usually a pretty grandma"

"That's all I can say, chief. Senior Killer is alive..."

What the hell is that? Sure, there are a lot of older customers who follow me though. I wonder if it's because she was a grandmother child.

"For future practice, why don't you think it's your aunt and serve the customer?

"Yeah, because I can never live together or anything! I mean, maybe he doesn't like it over there!

"I wonder. Yoko, I think they'll adore you."

Because I have decided to live next year and my new home is near my parents' house! and I know that a chest-stretching noodle junior has been free for the past year. I'll still be fine with my energy if I can talk lightly. Though I can't help but dally my legs.

Sakashita, who has gastroenteritis, is the new chief of Store Three and my junior. It was at OJT shortly after joining the company that I met as a mentor. It's good for people and remembers the new product quickly. I really know the type of beauty and have a certain number of customers, but the mentality is a little weak. Well, still, I've worked in this garden of women with high turnover for four years, and I've been entrusted with the chief even more, so that's pretty much it.

"Chief Takano, don't be an area manager. Come back here like this..."

"Tell Kudo that, and I'll be easier to switch over here, too. I hate it when the station and the train are crowded, on the other side."

"Kudo... he can't use it."

I was told by the store before, and blurry junior. Every manufacturer in the workplace selling women's gardens is mostly male in their bosses and sales reps. I always wonder if it's hard to do. Even salaries are not very expensive, and the girls, who are subordinates, are not afraid or hesitant to take up a sales position in the field, regardless of their education. If you do, you can't do it, it's used like a good thing and it's over. Well, so the point is, it's not cute from a man's point of view.

Though there is only abundance of encounters, solid girls who know the inside lines never go deep into the same industry. Neither do I. Nevertheless, after six months of breaking up with him for a long time, I am admiring each of you, but what? I don't need a man who can't use it at work or in private. Oh this is how you get more unmarried and late marriages......

I was hanging around barefoot under the long table in the break room. Pushing my feet into my heels. Standing in my seat, I greet the found face in the smoking booth and exit the break room. Now, suppose I brush my teeth, fix my makeup, and go back to the battlefield?

About enough until the fluorescent light starts flowing through the store. Close to the front entrance on the ground floor. This is a guest who returns after shopping, a guest who rushes in and still has plenty of people. We're all still in customer service at the counter at the sales office, but just pompous and unavailable, I headed to the backyard to pick up the delivery that I couldn't pick up as it arrived.

Leave a note and walk out of the store, sewing between shoppers and swimming. Open it as heavy as a fire door by giving a thank-you to the store in front of an employee door.

Exactly. No one seems to be picking up the delivery at this time between closings. Pull out the trolley you keep beside the unpopular aisle, and when it gets too late, hurry forward because I'm sorry to the guard.

An established department store with aging. The store has been renovated and reinforced to make it clean, but the backyard has been left behind. While feeling history in the uneven concrete, the lighting also pushes the trolley through a dark passage with a razor. At the corner of the vendor parking lot that bent the corner, there is a baggage handover.

There is no sign of a security guard in a small booth like the janitor's office, with a potpound and cardboard box on the ground in front of it. When I looked at the luggage tag, I knew it belonged to our manufacturer. Press the hanko to cut and refrain from cutting the slip and stick it in the paperwork compartment of the security booth counter. I saw a delivery company truck coming into the parking space when I tried to load the trolley I brought... positively.

Oh, why not? You unload your stuff, so it's back parking, you have room to switch to the front of there, I'm a rookie, I mean, I'm stuck in the driver's handle, whoa!?

It was too late when I thought it was bad. The truck, which stuck the sleigh by my side at a good speed while knocking down a few old pillars, finally stopped after crashing into the building wall. And the earthy, thunderous, intense strong sound as it was, along with the ancient concrete feet cracked and the ceiling fell.

I didn't run into him directly, but this was the last time I blurted out wondering if it would be a car accident.

... Oh, I knew Kudo, I wouldn't allow it. Death at work on holiday is an accident, isn't it?

... hmm? Something's wrong with my face. Oops, my neck, it tickles me... oh, okay, okay, so stop rolling, it's the momentum to lift my cheek. What's a bauwau, a breath, a dog? Huh, dog!? Huh, tongue!?... Wow! What a big, hairy dog like this afghan hound!!

……

Wow, what a surprise! Oh, what is this place? Sky? Afghanhound with blue sky back?... Oh, am I lying on the ground? So, they're peeking into the Afghans Hound, he said.

………

Why is that?

Oh, I was at work, wasn't I? Isn't Blue Sky strange because it's closing? If you can see it, it's the night sky. Yeah, but there's no sky in Tokyo, so don't you see?

... you're not, me. Why are you here? I'm Takano, not Takamura.

What, that, remember. Yeah. I was working, working. They sell cosmetics in department stores. So, help me to store number three today. Yeah, yeah. So? Busy...... delivery. Yes, in the backyard......... that. I'm dead.

... Oh, heaven?

... Oh, shit, heaven. That's right, the wind is slightly nice in the blue sky... I'm not sure about dogs... but it's not Cerberus or anything, it's fine in heaven. Good. Not hell.

... Is he dead, me? Even if you die, you remain conscious.

If this is heaven, I wonder if I can see your mother and father. I wonder if there's a grandmother too. You're going to piss me off that it's too early.

Brother, sister-in-law, excuse me first. Perhaps there will be an accident at work, so thank you for the aftermath of the apartment. I'm sorry I'm a laborious sister to the end. It's scattered because it was eleven shifts, but I don't think it's that hard because I don't have a lot of furniture and stuff... I'm glad the guys and stuff dangled six months ago. Yeah, you're probably wasting strawberries, I wanted to make jam.

I don't need a funeral or a grave, I talked about that in the booze seat a long time ago, but I wonder if you remember. If I were to do it, I'd make it plain ~ and have some seasonal flowers, so.

Something... how can you not feel too untrained? I think I've lived with a lot of obsession, but I guess dying means letting go. That's kind of light, me.

Steady and realistic about the wetness of the ground. The smell of dirt or the feeling that the blue juice of the leaves is going to stain the clothes plain? I remember and soothe my childhood when the dirt in my neighborhood was a playground, but isn't it on the clouds when it comes to heaven?

Speaking of which, where's Afghanhound?... well, okay. He was a miserable dog. Hey...... something, I'm tired. It's not just your hands and feet, your whole body is heavy. No, I haven't even gotten up once without sleeping. My body looks like it's made of lead... it's dead, okay? Sleep one more sleep like this, let me... Yes, ma...

In the corner of his falling consciousness, he felt the sound of a dog named Baubau and the voice of a soft woman who appealed as troubled.