Cosmos （３）

The business was explained to me on the first day. It was simple and boring. There were four people in the class: a fresh graduate with a very sedate beard, a man who was a student at Waseda, a young guy who had been working at Nomura Securities until recently, and myself. In a somewhat awkward manner, I tried to arrange a "blind date" with these young people of the same generation, but was unsuccessful. We had nothing in common with young people. They looked like young people, but had the brains of baby boomers. During lunch break, the young people were getting along well with each other, but I was the only one who was out of the mosquito net, slurping down my ramen at Ichiran. To calm my nerves, I went into a game arcade to play "Street Fighter" and paraded around the city with headphones on. I vaguely wondered if I would have to keep coming here every day from now on. The next day, the "final barrier" began. If we could not get even one contract during this phase, we would not be hired. Dozens of people were crammed into a small, dirty floor with a lot of sunlight. Most of the people in the room had been working hard for more than a few weeks but had not been able to get a contract. The head of the department was trying to get them to sign contracts, but a bad salesman is a bad salesman no matter how hard he tries. When I went to the room with the vending machines during break time, I found employees talking to each other and asking, "What is that? They were talking behind the back of the department that could not increase the number of new hires. It was as if they were a bunch of hooligan. I am sure that the position of head of the department is also held by someone who is not on a career path. By the way, I got the contract rather quickly and was hired easily. It was around the third day. I was able to convince shitty old who didn't seem to know what a contract was. He said, "You can sign the contract! I immediately connected him to the head of the department. He closed the deal with a serious look on his face. On my way home, I passed under the elevated railway tracks with a sense of desolation and gazed at the hotels, saunas, and multi-tenant buildings with their obscene neon lights shining in the open space. A train roared past. It was a confused and wild city.