Good boss

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I was assigned a new supervisor, Mr. Saito. I judged from his appearance and demeanor that he was super misogynist. His stocky body and crew-cut hair, thick, straight brows, and […]

Adequacy of a woman

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The more desperate Miss Nagai became about her pursuit of a husband, the harder I tried to persuade her to take control of her own happiness. And I did so […]

Banality of happiness

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Unlike Miss Nagai and other women at work, I had no optimism toward marriage. My skepticism started with my parents, who demonstrated the inequality in a conventional marriage daily. Violence […]

Passivity of love

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Since the arrival of Miss Morita and Miss Hashimoto, all four women had lunch together. The more we relaxed with each other and let ourselves be seen, I realized Miss […]

New assistants

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Mr. Tada and other men were considerate enough not to keep me in an assistant position forever. He told me to get a bookkeeping certificate to prove I have some […]

Miss Nagai the killjoy

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The fellow assistant, Miss Yoshino, left the company and was replaced by Miss Nagai. She was 28 years old, small-build and round-faced, and while she wasn’t bad to look at, […]

Subsequent days and years

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The next morning, I learned that airplanes were grounded in and out of the US. Had our return flight been several hours later, we would have been stuck in Guam. […]

September 2001

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Early in September 2001, my sister and I went to Guam for a long weekend. My sister won the trip for two in a ruffle at the bar. She said […]

Future of assistants

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Mr. Tada’s team supported the management of subsidiaries and affiliate companies. The responsibility ranged from budget planning to financing to general managerial decision-making support. They required sophisticated business skills that […]

Shame over empathy

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When I got home that evening, I called my parents. I cried and ranted about the injustice done by my bosses and my undeservedness of such treatment. It was intentional […]