Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

"Ha, it's cold today"

I got to talk to myself. The sky is more cloudy with no heart or damp. With that said, you had a 60% chance of precipitation this afternoon on the news...... I walked out the front door of my business partner with my coat collar up and set my foot on the nearest station. Meet your men at Shinjuku Station at 14: 45. It's 13: 35 now. It takes about 40 minutes by train from the nearest station to Shinjuku Station. I was so hungry that I would have time to stand and eat by Shinjuku Station.

I think I'll get a big order there from an earlier business meeting with my business partner. This will enable us to achieve our operating budget for the current quarter. It's a little dazzling, but regardless of my personal budget, I suddenly feel depressed, recalling that the budget achievement of the Section is not yet at a very reassuring level. I remembered the numbers (sales figures) of the subordinates I was meeting.

His figure is only about 30% of the budget, even though it's half way through February. At the end of March at the same pace, the achievement rate will be about 60%. (I forgot to mention, this quarter, that means January-March of this quarter) Some of his other guys are up in good shape, but it's not a good situation to leave it like this. Today's meeting is also a companion business to an appointment I've finally made.

Arrive at the station, retrieve the SUICA and enter. The balance is ¥12,345. Oh, what a good cut number. It's not a good cut, it's a zoroid, but a serial number. I feel just a little better and get on the train to Shinjuku. During the afternoon of the week, and the lead vehicle (I have a habit of being the lead vehicle or the final vehicle during normal daytime travel. because of the high probability of being rinsed), so the interior of the car is free of clutter and can sit fine. Will there be about 20 passengers?

Think of the next counterparty rep. I was the customer I was in charge of last year until I took over as a subordinate, and I think they liked me a lot. That's why I took over with my men on purpose. That has subtly dropped the numbers since this fiscal year. I'm worried.

I'd like to grasp even the cause of the numbers being dropped in today's meeting. If you don't know the cause, you won't be able to strike a cure. It's hard to believe that customer demand has suddenly decreased, so it's certain that other companies are eating their share. The problem is why. Well, I can't help worrying any more here because I can't get an answer for whatever I think right now.

Kind of sleepy. Blurry view of mid-hanging ads in weekly magazines with sleepy heads.

When I graduated from high school, I went to defense college just to say that there was no tuition and that I could get paid (at the time in the late 1980s, I didn't have as high a hopeful enrollment ratio for defense college as I do now, I had no healthy body and criminal record, no criminals in my body, etc., so-called clean body, and I could enroll if it was a top or bottom grade. It would also have been a major cause of the so-called bubble economy at its peak and the very low popularity of the militia). Unlike high school, my grades in college were not particularly good, but I graduated with the upper grades inside and immediately joined the Executive Candidate School. Since he was a defense college graduate, he was assigned to the force in six months (now only for the same period of time as a general college graduate, nine months required). The incident occurred at the twilight of the year following his relaxing assignment in a rural garrison.

It was a coincidence that the New Year's holiday took place for four consecutive days, but the first day of the holiday, December 30, began when I rolled into a friend's house in high school who lived in the city before returning home.

I bought a new car in the first place so they told me to come home with them on vacation at the end of the year to my parents' house in a new car, and I'm sorry too, when I left the store on the evening of the 30th to go to a friend's house and eat and drink at a neighborhood tavern, well, let's go home.

A few minutes after I left the tavern, I went to the scene where a woman was tangled up by several men. I convinced myself that it was a common sight in the downtown city to say the diagram of a bunch of chimpy-style kids (in the words of the day, a race commonly referred to as a teamer) who stubbornly set up nappies on reluctant women, and I tried to pass by without worrying. I'm a self-defense officer, not a cop, and in case there's trouble, and it's even newspaper shack, the troops are annoyed.

But I don't know if my dumb friend had some drunken momentum or an admiration for the painting about dressing up to save the lady involved, but beware of the lads (?) I did. Naturally, you can't accept that kind of attention, and all the teamers turn a frivolous glance at who you are here.

I waved to my friend's side when I said to the woman, "Go that way." Nothing. I won't have to get my hands on it. This guy's been doing judo since middle school, and naturally the other guy's wearing clothes. If you roll one or two people out of hand at best, you'll get away with it, or this one will get away, he was stepping on it.

The idea was sweet. One of the teamers suddenly pulled out a knife and attacked a friend when he wondered if he shouted like a golden cutter. Speaking of which, it was reported in the daily news and elsewhere that blade wounds can sometimes be shaken up in a battle between teamers. This is not good, it was too late when I thought. Another one hit the side of a friend trying to throw one of the guys who came at me in the lead without a problem. I start a fight with militia martial arts, telling my friends I'm desperate to get into my brain that this is a self-defense act.

After more than a year in office, my body moved naturally with martial arts skills trained in four and a half years of training at the Defense College and the Executive Candidate School, even if I stopped practicing martial arts.

In conclusion, although my friend was stabbed, his vital organ was safe and not separated from his life, and on the contrary, he was seized by a policeman who rushed almost everyone, including the person who stabbed him, to the point where he had even put him in a hospital state. There were many witnesses in the downtown area at night, and naturally I couldn't run away with an injured friend, and I had to accompany a policeman to the nearest police station, alone in a mountain of wounded men with weapons.

- Active militia executives assault civilians

The militia members at the time were also a good treatment of shaders, and I guess I was also a good bait to have been a shore militia executive with a rank of three lieutenants, the media reported. I claimed self-defense in the trial, and the woman in the case testified to me, and I was able to win my acquittal, but I had to resign after annoying the squad. The superior officer had lowered his head half crying, sorry, really sorry, but in the circumstances at the time he could not spare his resignation.

Though I thought it was a shame, what I've done under any circumstances is what I've done. I left the militia in the form of a voluntary resignation. I didn't commit a crime that would be a criminal history, nor did I have any difficulty getting my next job in the social situation at the time when I was still young and in the early 1990s. I was able to rejoin a trading company that mainly handles light zero and medium sized intermediate foods without having to be particularly popular and job-seeking.

Oh, saved (?) Nothing else sprouted between me and the woman.

My old memories came back a little when I blurted through the catalogue of articles in the magazine ad called "militia activity that was the back of 3/11" in the medium hanging ad in the car. Regrets, untrained, etc. have already disappeared, but if I could have stayed in the squad like that during that earthquake, so am I... It's not a lie that I had the feeling that I think I figured it out in my earlier retirement case, but I don't feel otherwise righteous.

If it was really justice, it wasn't my friend who tried to help me the first time, it should have been me. That was just flushed. I was not enrolled in defense college, nor was I driven by a sense of social mission such as wanting to help Japan's national defense. You can go to school, don't worry about the cost in the meantime, and don't automatically get a job after graduation, just because I thought.

Of course, I think he had the natural sense of defence as a self-defense officer fostered during the period of eating pot rice marked by the Defense Agency (then): the Defense College, the Executive Candidate School, and the subsequent troop assignment (although this was a very short period of just over a year). It doesn't make much sense now though.

I went to sleep thinking that was hard. I still have time for Shinjuku at the end of the day.

"Marry me!

I have a young woman in front of me. It's my wife. But what the hell is this? Oh, a dream. I've been married for 19 years and my wife is eating quite a bit now. He's not this young, and he's twitchy. But whatever the wife in front of me is in her 20s... it should be 27. This is where I proposed to my wife. I'm 25 at this time. It was 19 years ago that I proposed to my two upper wives. That's familiar. A young lady would be nice even if she knew it was a dream. I'm going to fall in love again.27 But I guess the reason I feel young is because I've been over 40 for a long time.

"Yes."

I knew it was a sight then. Together until I reply. Look me in the eye and smile a little and reply. Yeah, yeah, that's good. I thought you might have a reaction to your lower abdomen, but it's in your dreams, so there was no response. Don't be shy because you're an old man.

Shake.

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we need to remove your uterus."

It gets as dark as a beating in front of me. The attending, Dr. Ito, pronounces it on me as he bites his lower lip.

She was diagnosed with uterine cancer and after surgery her wife lost her uterus.

She cried, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he repeats.

It's my second year of marriage.

Cancer, every, shake.

"Beautiful, thank you"

A woman wearing a ring with her hands on the lights in her living room and delighted. The so-called Suite 10 Diamond. I gave it to my wife on her 10th wedding anniversary. A ring bought by wearing an increased whisker of ducks with mahjong specialty from colleagues and bosses for a decent allowance.

(I knew this guy was cute. Glad we got married)

Close your eyes with deep satisfaction. At this time, I'm 36. My wife is 38 years old. Is it too cute for a boulder? But I thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

Cancer, take, shake.

"Nice to meet you, my name is ○ i...... Nice to meet you, Onegaisimus."

This guy has a small tail. It's kind of a nagging addition and I don't see my face very well either. Yeah, I didn't hear you very well, but this, isn't it, a vertebral interview? The vertebrae are my men I'm about to meet. You're still dreaming. How many years ago was this? 7-8 years ago?

once, every, shaking.

"Is this everyone today?

Godzilla's sonlike face in front of me asks me. Oh, Yoshibaki from the next section? Yoshibaki looks like this but she is a woman. And you can see Tazaki like Jaiko. Why are so many women with distinctive faces in our company?

"Right, let me in. Nineteen."

Employees are willing and leisure today. Our company doesn't have a system of employee travel, and we don't particularly do events such as annual parties and New Year's parties that give away the whole company. I thought the youngsters were less interested in getting together on holidays to do something just because of employee travel these days, but when I called them to give it a try, quite a few people gathered.

Our fishing club has also become a thriving one. I grew up in a country town by the sea, naturally fishing was my hobby. It's sea-fishing only, as usual. I don't admit catch-and-release stuff called bus fishing, etc. If you catch it, eat it.

I found out about ten years ago that my two lower colleagues' hobbies were fishing, and I signed up and went fishing for two on several occasions. The topic of fishing naturally comes up in the following business days, and it didn't take that long for the fishing fever to gradually spill over to another colleague who was with us who seemed to have fun talking in the smoking room while the two of us looked at the pictures we took on our phones.

The fishing club, which started with just two people, also reached the point where it was officially recognized as a club by the company four years ago. Now the third Saturday of each month is the regular fishing day. Attendance other than inconvenient members is quite high on that day, and the cost is quite out of the company because of a company approved club. I get a budget of 1.2 million yen in a surprising year. Everything else in the matching cap with the company logo is the cost of the ship.

"Yes, then I'll keep an eye out. - Hey. I have two members today for the first time to attend, and it's a beautiful spring day, so I'll go to Basket/Mebulu as planned. The seating order is yesterday. Sit down as per the seating chart I'm distributing to everyone. It would be nice to replace it later, but people who are not confident should not move around the center because they take into account the ease of seasickness or something like that. Then get in."

If I say so, I'll just secure the fishing seat on the port side of the fixed position (at the beginning of the ship). Next door sits Godzilla's son earlier.

"Isn't Mr. Vertebra coming today?

"Oh, they say it's a family vacation. You said you were going to Nassau."

"What? It's rare that Mr. Vertebra doesn't show up at regular meetings"

It's probably the first time a vertebra with high attendance hasn't appeared at a regular meeting. Well, they say it's a trip, and you have no choice.

This was a big day. Except me.

once, take, shake.

Me @ Christmas: Me, It's My Birthday (...) Ahhh

junya: Oh!

junya: Tanjigabi

junya: oh

junya: Meh

junya: So

junya: and

junya: ugh

junya:!

Me @ Christmas: Be-nothing, I don't know if you want me to celebrate something///

junya: .o *. o

,/x * x *

(___/___). * o

(- ω...) "

No//

Nooooooo..

Me @ Christmas: You don't have to come looking for AA like that, it's sloppy and pgr

junya:...

junya: Good luck with that...

junya: 44!

junya: Congratulations!

Me @ Christmas: Mr.Ku

junya: great (no '*)

Me @ Christmas: And, not 44, I'm 45.

Me @ Christmas: Seriously, old man's a good place.

junya: You're a perfect middle aged man!

Me @ Christmas: Ooh, it's also called maturity.

junya: (* ') Kerakera

Me @ Christmas: You can't talk about people, can you?

junya: 30-year-old, what is it?

This would be..., my birthday night chat last year.

The vertebrae strangely had horses and became close. The next two years I've been assigned as a new graduate, I let them spend a lot of time getting used to my job, and then I worked out as a formal sales person.

They taught me about fishing, but they taught me about games that I recommend, and sometimes the two of us went out for drinks.

once, take, shake.

Cancer, take, shake.

Cancer, every, shake.

Shake.

Kicky!!

(WHAT!?

Gashern!!

(Whoa, my body is uneven...... flying!!, the passengers of the vehicle are flying too!!

Gwashah!!

(Shit, not like this......!!

Vary!!

(Can be tapped to the edge of the vehicle!!

(If only Paul could grab it!!

There's a shadow coming into me if you think you finally grabbed Paul.

I already know, but maybe it was a derailment.

Yeah, I was grabbing Paul with my left hand, but he's peeled off by the guy who stuck him in there. I can see a little, but it looks like the kid's coming in after him.

Why do you have kids when it's only supposed to be around 14: 00?

Looks like he's still in kindergarten.

Hold a child for every person who has reflexively rammed into me.

A huge impact hit my right shoulder.

I guess I hit it somewhere.

Is it time?

Is it time for you to be tapped to the edge of the vehicle?

(Guuuuuuuuu!!!!)

"Wha!!!!"

I got a weird voice.

Looks like I got slapped too by trying to overlap someone who's already been slapped on the edge of the vehicle.

Ouch. Seriously.

(I... Are you going to die...?

I can't move my body. The person I hold (the adult) has his neck pointed in a weird direction.

I can hear the cry of the child I'm holding with me.

I can't focus my eyes.

"Miki..."

I managed to pronounce the name of my beloved family.

I was a little satisfied because I was able to call my wife's name at the end.

In the middle of February 2015, I died in a train crash.

It would be a lie to say there is no untrained, but there are no children, and the parents are still alive, even though they say they are old. My wife does her job, and she's self-reliant. Naturally, I have life insurance money on me, and I can sum up that it's been a lot but a good life. Well. Though I'm sure it's a short life. I could have lived more than half my life expectancy.

Yeah, there can't be any boring untrained things like the numbers this semester and the fancy liquor I left to drink with my wife over the weekend, this would be life again too.