I celebrated when I got my first official job outside of side hustles! I could finally leave the interview place and buy a decent meal after a long time! I was probably a little too over my head, but it didn't matter! I had my first long-term job! YIPPEEE!
And so when I finally got out of there with my brand new job and a five thousand yen incentive. I went to the local grocery shop to buy myself some excellent fish! Well, it was not fresh fish, but at least it was farm-raised fish I could afford; beggars can't be choosers, right?
After the fish, I only had a couple thousand yen left, so I spent the rest on some eggs, cola, and more ramen. At least I had bought a good amount of sashimi and fish to make ramen a little more exciting, so I couldn't really complain too much about it.
However, Something unfortunate happened on my way home as I walked with my headset on. I accidentally tripped on a small rock, which made me almost drop the fish and the eggs I had just bought, but I did manage to save them. What I could not save was my phone, which I had to sacrifice to save my food.
I still have that same phone in my possession, by the way. I have kept it with me as a little reminder of my first day after getting hired by some shady government official at the local train station. Now that I put it like that, it makes me realize how suspicious it all sounded.
I landed a job that usually nobody wants to perform and pays well, doing practically nothing. The most suspicious thing was I didn't have to give the guy my body or something like that. I simply got saved by reading my light novels. Maybe the guy was also an Otaku?
In any case, once I got home with my groceries and my broken phone, I proceeded to shelf my fridge with the sashimi and fish I had just bought. As dinner time slowly came, I chose to put some water on my stovetop boiler and! You guessed it: I got to boil the water for some more ramen!
Who says only that cute little orange bugger can eat this unhealthy without gaining weight! Nyahaha! I could also do it back when I was broke! You're not special, Umaru-chan! Do you like to drink 2-liter cokes?! I got you! I can also do that! Or, well, "could." I would've probably gotten type 5 diabetes if I kept on doing it as I got older.
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The rest of my dinner was nothing too special. All I had to do was pour the water into the ramen, wait three minutes, and get to eat as I watched a hilarious video from one of my favorite English-speaking content creators.
"NOT EVEN CLOSE KID! TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES, YOU NERD!"
I had a blast always watching this guy's videos as I ate my rame. He barely uploaded, but whenever he did, I watched his videos at full volume, almost making my ears bleed thanks to the constant screaming, but it was worth it because he always made me laugh.
In any case, with my belly full, I finally took a shower and went to sleep early so I could wake up for my job the next day! The following day, the morning sun hit my face as I watched the hour on the clock next to my bed. It said 7:30 AM, and I was supposed to be there at 8 SHIT!
I skipped many things when I got up to work as I rushed my hairstyle and clothing to a simple utility pair of pants and a work t-shirt. Luckily, the station was nearby, but I probably would not have made it on time if I had to commute on anything other than my bike.
"Oh, hey, you're the new trainee?" A man asked once I got into the worker's rest area after clocking in at exactly 8:00 AM.
"Yeah, my name is Yui. A pleasure to meet you! Please be patient with me!" I said as he giggled after waving his hand around.
"You don't have to be so formal. We are all the same here; there's not much to this position. You'll be good to go on your own in no time."
The man turned out to be a sweet old man who showed me around the station and the duties I would have to take over when my shifts changed to different times of the day, depending on what the management team needed.
The position didn't have much to it like the man had said. I only had to mop several floors and check on the machines. Besides those two tasks, the rest was simple, vague work like helping the office staff move things into storage rooms or handling troublesome customers, which were rare.
I did get a uniform, which was slightly uncomfortable, but at least it wasn't oversexualized or anything like that, so I adapted quickly to it.