The Staff Are Gods

You know how there are customers who have a style of throwing cash at the register?
This happened at a certain burger joint where I worked part-time, at a certain pasta place, and I've even encountered it at shops where I was the customer, so there's a certain number of them out there.
And when I was on the staff side,
having cash thrown at me was quitea pain in the gut.

↑ Please check here for details on "a pain in the gut".

But during my first shift of January, I realized something.

That is what it is.

“The customer is God”
has been revised to
“The staff are Gods”.

In the first place, that act of shooting money into an offering box during a New Year's visit is said to have the meaning of entrusting one's own
impuritieskegare|to the money to have them purified by the god.
God = Autoclave?Does God have
high-pressure steam sterilization capabilities?In other words,

Staff = God = Autoclave

…I'll drop the autoclave thing for now. I just wanted to say it.
I decided to call cash-throwing customers “

worshippers”.Since this discovery, everything is in my favor now.
I'm not just calm; I even feel a sense of exhilaration.
Even when cash is thrown at me, I only think,
“
Oh, what is your wish (order)? Let me hear it, huh?”I've become a completely cheeky god who says “

a pain in the gut” instead of“
Hello! I am a God!” and I'm laughing my head off inside.

This is a work hack I discovered while forcing myself to do the mysterious penance of working a part-time job in customer service despite being bad at it,
and I thought I had to share it with other godsstaff|,
so I wrote it in the exchange notebook for godsstaff notebook|

I wrote that down.
Godsstaff|replied with things like
“I'll work while thinking of myself as aGod”,
“When a kind customer comes, I'll increase the speed and precision of granting their wish (making burgers quickly and beautifully)”,
“I've dedicated my life to cleaning the toilet, so I'll be the God of the Toilet”,
and there were even declarations of intent to improve hospitality for customers who don't throw cash, and applications to be specific gods, which made me laugh a lot.

Amenominakanushi-no-KamiStore Manager: “Hey, I have a meeting tomorrow, so I have to go to headquarters. Can you open the lock in the morning?”
Me: “Understood. A meeting at theIzumo TaishaHeadquarters|, then. Even though it's not October.”
Amenominakanushi-no-KamiStore Manager: “Stop it, haha. Ever since you wrote that in the notebook, I laugh during work, so I'm trying not to touch on it as much as possible. Please, stop calling headquarters Izumo Taisha!”
Me: “No, no, because the composition of store managers from all over the country gathering at headquarters is exactly like Izumo Taisha in October, isn't it? That’s ameeting of the gods, right?”
Amenominakanushi-no-KamiStore Manager: “I don't have the confidence not to laugh when I meet otherGods…”

And so, I was just having fun with the equation
store clerk = god.

When I worked at the hospital, I thought of conferences as
“God's meeting”,
in other words, conference room = Izumo Taisha.
Incidentally, I decided that informed consent (IC) was
“an oracle from God”.
However, since the room for the conference wasn't always the same place, I called that
“mobile Izumo”,
and I called the fact that a conference was being held at a different venue at the same time even when I wasn't participating
“simultaneous Izumo Taisha”.
But I only told this to my peers in the same department.
Almost all of my seniors and others were
Bishamonten or Ares or Susanoo, so whether or not they found out I was thinking things like this, I would have been half-killed, but if they had found out, it felt like they would have pulled out all my internal organs.
Shortly after this, I became


Amaterasu Omikami (depression from leave due to adjustment disorder). That said, the fact that I express
depression from adjustment disorder as “
becoming Amaterasu Omikami” is exactly why people around me say, “Is your mental state made of steel?”

↓The following is a super huge monologue
…The fact that I, a “steel type,” was sent to the Pokémon Center (mental clinic) with 0 HP at that hospital means that Bishamonten・Ares・Susanoo were “fire types”…
Is that why it was “super effective” against me…
In other words, if those around me were “poison types,” it would have had “no effect” on a “steel type,” so I wouldn't have become Amaterasu Omikami…

The proportion of super huge monologue has become incredible, so I will be quiet now.
Today, the story has not just derailed but looks like a railway line that has been abandoned, but if you are worried about customer service, please try the substitution method of

Store = Shrine, Cash tray = Offering box, Cash = Offering, Order details = Wish, Store clerk = God
.

Cooking with a pressure cooker is also a type of “autoclave”.

Simmered sardines are definitely easier to make in a pressure cooker.