#6 A 15-year-younger handsome instructor and the 'night before caddying' with 3 hours of sleep
In my previous article, I apologize for being quite distraught over the sudden resurgence of the 'Bankrupt Map.' I truly feel saved by the fact that I received several likes from you all. It has been a few days, but I am now switching gears to continue writing about my gritty restart.
This is essentially a continuation of the interview story from episode 4.
My first mission after somehow getting hired for two part-time jobs—caddying and delivery—was: 'To become an independent caddy with no experience in the shortest time possible, within two weeks before the delivery job starts.'
My pay is halved during the training period. Therefore, if I don't stand on the course as a professional as soon as possible, it's a non-starter.
I will debut in the shortest time possible, even if it kills me. I made that resolution and finally reached the first day of training, but the baptism of the field had already begun the night before.
### 1. The instructor is a 'ridiculously handsome' man 15 years my junior
The person assigned to be my instructor was a man in his mid-20s, 15 years younger than me.
He was tall, had a great build, and was ridiculously handsome.
During our first greeting, his manner was very soft and polite, so I felt relieved from the bottom of my heart, thinking, 'Oh, I'm glad he's a good person. I can learn the job with peace of mind.'
……Yes, at that time, I still didn't know his 'other side.'
A few days before my first day of work, through the president of the staffing agency
I exchanged LINE contacts with him, and it was arranged that he would send me the details for the day from there.
The day before my first shift,
Ping, my LINE went off.
When I looked at the screen, all he had sent was "Tomorrow's meeting time: 6:00 AM here," just a single line about the meeting time at the site and a map link.
…Hmm?
What about the location? What should I bring? What should I wear?
No matter how long I waited, no further details were sent. It seemed he was the type who wouldn't answer anything unless I asked him directly.
### 2. No reply. Can't sleep. The time limit is approaching
"I have no choice but to ask him myself."
Thinking that, I hurriedly tapped on my smartphone. I asked detailed questions about what I should wear on the day, whether I should bring my own lunch, and if there was anything else I needed to prepare. I was desperate not to cause any trouble on my first day.
However, the wait from there was long.
In any case, his replies were incredibly slow.
The meeting time is 6:00 AM.
To get my 40-year-old body moving, I wanted to get to sleep as early as possible to conserve my energy. However, before I knew it, the clock had already passed 11:00 PM.
Without knowing what to wear or what to bring, I couldn't prepare, and I was too anxious to sleep. Clutching my smartphone by my pillow, waiting for the message to be marked as read was truly agonizing.
My phone finally vibrated just after midnight.
The late-night LINE message contained the following information:
* Clothing is free (caddie wear will be provided)
* White or black high socks are the safest bet
* 4 towels
* Writing utensils
* **B5 size binder**
* Drinks, packed lunch
"...Don't send this to me at the last minute!"
While I mentally retorted with intense frustration, I checked the list.
I could manage the towels and the lunch. But there was no way I had a "B5 size binder" lying around the house in the middle of the night. It was doubtful whether even a convenience store would sell one at this hour.
When I replied in a panic, 'I don't have the binder on hand...', he said, 'Oh, it's actually fine if you don't have it tomorrow.'
I felt so drained, thinking, 'Then don't write it in the first place!'
### 3. The start with only 3 hours of sleep
After finishing my preparations in a rush, it was past 1:00 AM when I finally got into bed.
Tomorrow, we meet at 6:00 AM.
Since the golf course is quite a distance away, I have to wake up at 4:30 AM and leave the house by 5:00 AM at the latest to make it on time.
Calculating backward, that leaves me with only 3 hours of sleep.
I was already anxious about the manual labor I had no experience with, and now I had the added bonus of severe sleep deprivation. Fighting the fear of 'Will I really be able to wake up tomorrow?' and 'Will I be able to move?', I drifted into a shallow sleep.
And so, my grueling double-work life began in the worst possible condition.
(To be continued)
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