Notice: this is a fiction and the protagonists in this novel are imaginary characters, who aren’t related anyone in reality.
And this is a horror story. If you don’t like such stories or you have intense and special phobias, please don’t read this horror story.
<Here begins the novel.>
“Dear Sir or Madam, who accidentally picked up this letter
First, I would like to appreciate taking your time for reading this letter. This is a confession of mine, which is about an incident I experienced. Since then I have a problem rooted in it. If you are busy and don’t like to know the confession, please trash this letter, or pass others this. But if you are tolerant of taking more time for reading this, please go on to the followings.“
“Every time I change jobs, I get a biggest concern. Of course I have concerns whenever the companies I work for change from one to another; whether I can go on with the bosses I will work with, how the colleagues are like in a new workplace, how hard my workload is to be, and how much I can raise the wage and position from the contracted level. Most of you have also worries, which itself is usual. Some of worries are common among everybody changing jobs, others may be unique and particular to yourselves. In my case, there is a special worry categorized into the later type.
When leaving the company you have worked for, as you know and do, you have to look for and find out the next company. And then, the most important stuff is to get a job from the company you want to join. Which is how, you can secure the next source of income. Just getting a job is fine. There is no difficulty. But if your purpose is a job with high wages, the difficulties of job hunting grow tougher. Writing resumes, getting in touch, taking job interviews, and negotiating wages. Each phase piles more burdens on you as the wage you crave come higher. In such a situation, who can confess that you have a worry about restrooms?
That’s my worry. Now I live in San Francisco and many start ups and the sites of sort of huge companies are located in the city. Whenever I get in touch with somebody from companies, meet and ask questions to them, I concentrate on collecting information on how would be like to work in the companies, and giving a good impression to the interviewers. And the good impression is extremely important. Prioritizing my worries according to the success, which I think is relatively small, of my career, asking like
“How is the restrooms of your company like?”
is the last question. And the last one hasn’t ever come out of mouth since I graduated from university.
Of course, career success is not only stuff accounting for my whole life. Women of mid-20s to the age of 30 can’t help being concerned about partner finding. My restroom-phobia is a topic I can show up only to those who are close like boyfriends and the best friends.
In dimming small room, where smell of antiseptic solution floats, is the source of the fear, which has occasionally loomed to my mind and I think is going to stay inside myself for the rest of my life. If the workplaces have clean restrooms, the moment when the memory of my phobia flickers is frivolous. But if they didn’t have clean ones, the restrooms remind me of the incident I experienced. Often, in some places, always. Every time I remember this, I feel grownups have some memories they got in childhood are engraved deeply, like harsh traumatic incidents, into their own minds. And what I have, which is a page of experiences as an elementary school student, is one of them.”
The following is an adult book comprising some porn novellas.
If you are interested in my works, help yourself enjoying the book below.
Author’s works: Asaka SENDOU
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