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We have five different shifts. I was supposed to work from 11:00 a.m. to 8:00 p.m. I chose this schedule, so that I could avoid ridging an offensively crowded train. I had to go to Tokyo Station five days a week. It took me over an hour to get the office from my house. The biggest problem was that we had early shift from 8:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. My colleagues sometimes forced me to take the early shift, but I adamantly refused it.

Going to the office to witness their shameless performances, which my colleagues freely exercised, have become my hardest ordeal. I could not go to the office right away; I needed at least an hour to relax before facing their contemptible faces. Consequently, I came to the building one hour before my work began and read my favorite books at a café in order to encourage me to go through a day. And I gave a silent prayer under my breath, everyone, rich or poor, strong or weak, has moments in which he can go no further and when everyone seems against me, when everything that I have tried to achieve comes to naught. But never despair, Elijah had to pray seven times, and David had ashes on his head many times, amen! The most annoying part was that my illness was getting worse and worse, day by day because of the hostile work environment. I frequently got UC attack, so I had to take a special express train which was non-stop from Tokorozawa Station to Ikebukuro Station and had a bathroom in case that I got UC attack.

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