With an unpleasant premonition,
A sudden message:
“Can you change shifts?”
On this listless day,
I want to laze around like it’s a holiday,
Before heading out
To my unexpected part-time shift,
I, feeling overwhelmed,
Am like a floppy potato,
Without a hint of motivation.
“I’m done with this,”
I feel every day,
Wanting to play, eat, and sleep.
Yet, I’m a bit intoxicated by the fact that I’m relied upon.
I like it?
It’s all such a hassle,
Changing into my work persona, I work.
Once I start working, I become a hero.
Though my pillow won’t let go,
The world is calling me.
I can’t help it; I can’t stay like this.
It’s all such a hassle,
Before I know it, that place becomes my home.
I overcome it like a club activity,
The smile of that intriguing girl at the end of my part-time job
Is my very own youthful days.
Until noon,
I want to sleep in my futon
Like a bun.
But if your name is written on the shift schedule,
Red and yellow,
Seen more than my parents’ faces, you know?
If it’s a trademark, it’s an “M,” right?
Even if there’s occasional drought,
Let’s drink a shake and go on.
The sound of the Tyrolean bell will ring again,
Beats, seems like scales
Are about to fall
From your eyes, too,
The feast, freshly fried potatoes.
I like it?
All such a hassle,
Warped to the end of work hours,
Once I start working, it’s a moment,
During the frantic peak times,
There’s no time to catch my breath,
But leave it to me, it’s my turn.
My loving!
It’s all such a hassle,
Changing into my work persona, I work.
Once I start working, I become a hero.
The last hour feels endlessly long,
It’s not just you.
It’s all such a hassle,
Before I know it, that place becomes my home.
I overcome it like a club activity,
The smile of that intriguing girl at the end of my part-time job
Is my very own youthful days.