“Very well, sir. And then then there’s… Huh? Yes we’ll take care of that for you…”
Right now, I was on a call with a man whose face I didn’t even know in a six-tatami room through a desktop computer.
Because I started working for the future of my life.
Originally, there was no computer in the house, but Mika’s savings, apart from Saki’s inheritance, were used to buy one.
I didn’t know much about machines, so I just went with the clerk’s recommendation, but I liked it a lot because I could watch videos on a bigger screen than I could on my smartphone.
I felt a little awkward because I was using other people’s money, but it was for the sake of continuing to raise Saki, so I hoped they could forgive me for that.
“Yes, yes, I see. Then I will send you the documents later.”
In case you were wondering, I did say it was a job, but right now it was a part-time job with an employee promotion.
The hourly wage was as high as 1,500 yen, but since I would be in training for the first three months, I was currently working at 1,200 yen, which is 300 yen lower.
Recently, I went to an interview with a fashion company that I saw in a job magazine, and I got the job, and I would be working from home in a call center doing web advertising sales for a department in the company.
I was doing three things: making phone appointments, making sales calls to get fashion ads placed, and sending out materials.
The advantage of this job was that you could work from home, appearance didn’t matter, and you didn’t have to pay for transportation.
Besides, it was a job that I could do while taking care of my child, so even when I was not busy, I could enjoy my time with Saki-chan.
When I thought about it, I thought I worked in a place that wasn’t so bad.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
After finishing the call with my sales partner, I let out a sigh of relief and took the headset with microphone off my head, and my angel spoke to me.
“Did you finish it?”
In case you’re wondering, the work was paid by the hour, so it was a 9am-6pm bind.
I looked at the clock on the monitor screen and saw that the time displayed was 17:55, so I was almost done.
After measuring her height the other day, Saki-chan started to want to take care of me, as if she was trying to be a little older sister.
But that kind of behaviour was childlike and adorable.
And now my angel had something to get obsessed with, so I was going to let her continue doing it.
“How old are you, Saki-chan?”
“How old are you tomorrow?”
Saki-chan was so cute that I covered my mouth with my hand, turned my face back and writhed in agony as she thrust out three fingers energetically, trying to show her age as much as possible.
Saki-chan had answered in a crisp voice, as if she was happy to be asked.
Yes, now my little angel was obsessed with telling her age.
(What is she?! She’s too cute!)
To give you an idea on how obsessed she was with telling her age, when I was at the supermarket, she even told the clerk who I didn’t know, her age loudly.
I writhed again when I saw Saki thrusting three fingers up.