Help me, help me, please help me.
My name is Kubo Tamotsu. 34 years old. This is a toilet room. And my situation is bad. Seriously bad.
I am a programmer. A so-called IT warrior. And my work is not easy. ⌈1⌋
When you manage to show some ability, you will be asked to take on a number of projects, each project with its respective deadline. We are never able to finish the project relying on the schedule (although it seems doable at the first glance), we are repeatedly working overtime and overnight to finish the work. It’s such an industry.
Today I am also suffering from a certain Daruma project. The phone on my desk rings nonstop. ⌈2⌋
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「Kubo-san, I am at my limit. Please let me quit」
Does he want to retire by just calling me once? Although he thought as such, this unexpectedly happened a lot. But right now the situation is different. The deadline for this project is tomorrow, and the person on the other side of the phone is the main programmer. Without his assistance, we won’t be able to finish in time.
I don’t have a solution. First, I need to cool my head and think it through. Thinking about it, I entered the toilet and released a big sigh.
Why is this happening? What do I do? Relax. How long did I work without rest? When was the last time when I returned home regularly? I want to rest; I want to rest so much. I want to have a date with a girl. Weren’t they saying that IT industry is popular with women? I don’t understand. Aren’t all the girls looking at me with dead eyes? Just where did I go wrong? Someone, please help me, help me, help me.
Slowly, my consciousness drifts far away.