Um...hi...uh...m-my name's...Rin Usami and I'm twenty-three years old. And as you can see I'm a little shy. I'm a musician so I like to play music. um...for fun I like to...uh well I really don't know. I've never had any type of fun before. My favorite thing to do is play music, wait I already said that didn't I? Well...let's see what else is there? Um, I guess nothing right? There's not much to say about me. I'm not very pretty is all I can think of. Well I think I am, aren't I?
No I'm not pretty. I'm just ordinary. There's nothing special about me, except that I like music, but I already said that. I'm horrible with conversations, that's why I always repeat myself. Lots of people call me boring and a nobody.
While growing up lots of guys told me that they wouldn't bother wasting their time on me. And maybe they're right. And I guess that's why I'm...you know...a...uh...the V word. I've never had a guy really want me just for me.
So can someone please tell me how this one guy took the time to notice me?
It was a Saturday morning and I strolled into the kitchen of my small apartment wearing a spaghetti strap pajama top and my red panties. My hair was a complete mess due to horrible sleeping habits. I looked around my current residing location. My place was as bad as my hair. Hardly anything was clean and there was so much junk that I barely knew where stuff was. But it would have to do. I was able to live here with low rent because it was only me. I had no pets, no children and no husband, and the landlord liked that just fine.
But I didn't. Sometimes I wished that I did have somebody.
And then we both could live happily ever after. He would have his job and I would have my music.
I'm a musician, but I'm not famous so don't be fooled. There's only one place where people actually hear my songs and it's at this late night bar. That's also where I work. And when I'm not out playing music at that bar, it's during the day time that I spend at my second job at a cafe as a waitress. Both pay very little and it really sucks.
I would love to quit and try something better, but right now I've got nothing going for me and it's pathetic. I have to have two jobs just to support myself when half the people in Tokyo are so loaded with money that they'll never have to go for some college degree or even work a day in their lives. That's so not fair!
I opened the door to the fridge. There wasn't much in there, just some milk, yogurt, condements and a granola bar. I chose the granola bar, the single cup of strawberry yogurt and a small cup of milk.
I would have to go grocery shopping, but I needed more money. Neither one of my jobs were holding up.
As I ate what little breakfast I had, I just so happened to notice the time. It was 10:32. I was fifteen minutes late to work at the cafe. How could I have just woken up and not notice? This was the third time this week, and you would have guessed that I learned something from it. Well think again. I was definitely going to get it now. The boss might fire me for sure.
I quickly ran into my small bedroom to find my blue uniform. Oh how I dreaded wearing that awful piece of clothing. It was itchy in the most uncomfortable places and the skirt was too short which gave guys a good view of my you-know-what.
But I manage to bear through with it. Every...single...day. And everyday I wish that I could leave, but then again I wouldn't be getting my paycheck at the end of every week. Why can't life be easier?
I hurried and grabbed what I needed and left.
Because I didn't have a car or a license, I was forced to run while still trying to put on my work shoes. By doing that I tripped and fell into some nearby bushes. As people passed they noticed my humiliation. Nobody bothered to help me but, instead help themselves to snickering.
I pulled myself away from the shrubbery and quickly examined myself. There, resting on my butt was a big dirt stain. I must have fallen in some nearby dirt when I fell. But right now I had no time to think about the cleaniness of my uniform but instead I had to rush to work.
I ran down the many blocks like a track runner, suddenly turning a corner and entering the cafe. But before I could start work, there he was, my old tyrant of a manager. He wore a heavy frown and his thick eyebrows knitted together to make it look like a catepillar, but I couldn't laugh in my situation. I knew what was coming.
"In my office now," he ordered.
I was going to protest and maybe even apologize and work a double shift, but right now it was hopeless.
I slowly followed him into his office. I just knew that I was getting fired and nothing could change that.
