Ah, there is nothing better than my job. Honestly, I quite like my job. It makes me feel like I'm worth something, you know? It's nothing too fancy, and the pay could be better, but I can at least afford a comfortable life and meet cool people all the time.
Who am I, you ask? I'm a simple nobody train station janitor at the Asahikawa train station. Well, to be fair, I move quite a lot through Japan doing this job, which is why I like it so much. I get to travel my entire country for free! Ain't that awesome?
My name is "Yui," and I'm a twenty-seven-year-old female employee at a modest train station in a small town! Please do not cringe at me. I know I'm pretty ugly and bad-looking, but I promise I'm at least somewhat entertaining? I want to think so, at least! Shh! Let me have it, okay?
Alright, I'll start with how I got hired in the first place. It all began when I turned eighteen, and my parents said, "You're a waste of space! Get out!" My adult life then started a little rough, with me landing jobs and being fired left and right. It took a while to stabilize, but when I did KABOOM, Japan entered a recession.
During the recession, I struggled so hard to make ends meet. It got so bad that all I could afford at one point were noodles and water. I was quite literally eating ramen noodles every day for months on end, not being able to afford anything else since I was flat broke.
And yet, those were some of my life's best days. I had so much freedom and time on my hands, and I met my new best friend in my adult life during this awful time. It wasn't that bad. After all, I met Misa and ate ramen like a maniac. I'm sure my heart loved the high-sodium food I was ingesting!
A couple of months passed, and I was simply taking a stroll to the market when I saw an ad in the daily mail newspaper outside the post office. The ad reads, "Get great pay and benefits! Join our crew!" I thought it was an interesting opportunity, so I submitted my application the next day.
The lady at the desk was lovely when she handed me the paper application, but she did warn me that the position was not too prestigious. The lady described it as a "man's job" And said I shouldn't be applying for such low-skill positions, but you know I wasn't skilled to begin with.
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Of course, because she was an older lady, I let it slide without confronting her the entire time because you've got to respect your elders. Yet, now that I think about it, if I had paid her any attention, I would've missed out on the best job in the whole world!
A few days later, I got a call from a management person telling me the date and time of my interview. The lady on the phone told me I should bring all of my needed documentation and another resume since the first one was apparently written by "a drunk baby." That's literally what she said, okay?
I promptly opened my Macbook and wrote another more professional "Resume." I Honestly stole the template from one of those "Make a Resume" Websites. I know! I know! What a disgrace! I used the copy-and-paste method of getting things done, and I still feel terrible for doing such a dishonorable thing, but I couldn't help myself, you know?
Anyway, since the interview was in a few days, I went out and bought a cute outfit with some of my savings just so I wouldn't look like a homeless person around some corporate person. It was a simple women's grey suit with some cheap made-in-China shoes.
My formal clothes were nothing to brag about, but at least I looked somewhat hireable. The interview day arrived sooner than expected, so when the time came, I chose another pair of shoes that looked a little less beat up than the ones I had just bought. Those cheap Chinese shoes! >:c
"How many years of experience do you have?" The man before me asked as he read my resume, which clearly said I was still eighteen.
"I-I just started my life, sir. I got no experience, but I got the will to work hard!" I responded while looking down at the floor as looking at the man directly in the eyes felt strange.
"Uhm-uhm. How good is your math?" The man asked again as I began to sweat profusely, getting extremely nervous around him! He felt like a dark soul's final boss!
"I think it's pretty good, sir!"
"What's the square root of One thousand twenty-four?" The guy asked me out of the blue, and I stupidly tried to work the answer for the math problem even though I had forgotten how to do that math equation.
"Uhhhhh! UHMMMM! (SILENCE, SILENCE, SILENCE)..." The guy looked disappointed as he wrote something in his notebook, probably writing, "She is stupid as they come, DO NOT HIRE THEM."
"Okay, what are your hobbies?" The man changed the subject, signaling I had blown my first answer. Damn!
"I like reading many light novels and volunteering whenever possible!" I said as my face basically melted from the embarrassment. My superior, however, simply asked a follow-up question.
"What is the name of the person who betrayed Naofumi Iwatani?" The guy asked as I quickly remembered the name of the iconic betrayer of my favorite hero.
"Malty Melromarc"
"You're hired. Just don't tell anyone I read that too..."