Convenience Store Worker From Another World Chapter 102

Episode 102. Chihuahua in a Pure Meeting (1)

No matter how skilled a waiter is, he is still human, and as humans, he can make mistakes. For example, he may not know that a guest is there and do something else…

To prevent this, every convenience store in the world has a bell at the front door, and the hearing of convenience stores has constantly developed and evolved to match the frequency of the bell sound in the store.

I’m the same way. During the month or so I worked there, I chatted with the store manager and did other things, but I never missed the sound of the front door bell. Seriously. No, the guy who gets paid to serve customers is crazy for doing that—

“That.”

“What are you talking about… Are you talking about the front door bell?”

“Then what else should I be talking about now if not that?”

“The front door bell rings. Yes.”

“I put it back again.”

The store front door bell latch is magnetic. It attaches to the iron part at the top of the glass door.

When I looked at the spot where the bell was, it had moved much further to the left than before. It seemed like this Chihuahua had picked it up and put it back on. I can’t believe it at all…

“I’m sorry, sir. Really.”

I apologized sincerely. No matter what the reason, it was 100% Pyeondol’s fault for not being able to receive guests. I had nothing to say even if I got bitten.

After nodding my head, I mentally prepared myself by thinking, “I guess I’ll have to look into getting a rabies vaccination tomorrow.” The Chihuahua, who had been quietly looking down at me, blurted out a word.

“Pay attention, you piece of shit.”

“uh….”

Hey, why is this guy so sweet today? He doesn’t even growl like he usually does?

The Chihuahua, who was always like a hot dog, is now acting like he’s a sweet consomme. He always curses at me, so I guess that’s why― I’ll just let it go…

“Customer. Did something bad happen to you?”

Is this guy suffering from some kind of fatal disease? I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I asked, but I didn’t expect him to answer. However, after a while, the Chihuahua grumbled.

“I am going to experience… .”

“yes?”

“I’m going to go through my boss.”

I think this guy said that the president of the company he was working for was a beagle cobalt… .

“That beagle puppy was taken to an indoor golf course after paying his own way…”

“Ugh… .”

“I’m going to start shaking again after shaking for two weeks… .”

“… … .”

“Ugh.”

Now I understand why this Chihuahua is so quiet today.

It’s not that I’m going through a change of heart by reflecting on my usual behavior, but there’s no reason to be angry at me in the first place. There’s clearly one person I should be angry at.

Even at this moment, your mind is probably filled with the image of throwing a durian at the face of your beagle boss. I know this because I often imagined myself bursting the tire of my boss’s car whenever I had to work overtime.

Actually, I’ve done it quite a few times. I was just looking at it with pity, and then the Chihuahua asked me a question as if he was throwing it at me.

“You piece of shit.”

“Yes. What would you like?”

“Do you sell baseball bats here?”

“… I do get them sometimes, but I can only sell them if you sign a certificate stating that you only use them for baseball purposes.”

“Okay then.”

He accepted it by making up some nonsense, and Chihuahua didn’t continue talking, perhaps realizing that it was unlikely to happen. Instead, he asked something completely different.

“What do you do in times like this?”

I think you’re asking, “How do you relieve stress from work?” In my case, there was one method that was effective and easy to use.

“Just sleep.”

“why.”

“I have to go to work. I’ll be tired if I don’t get enough sleep.”

My previous job required a lot of overtime. I could count on one hand the number of times in a month that I didn’t work overtime.

If I had an alternative, I would have thrown my resignation letter in my boss’s face, and if I had money, I would have held out during the week and found some way to enjoy outdoor leisure activities on the weekends. But I had neither.

So the cheap alternative was to just sleep. Weekdays and weekends, sometimes I’d drink beer and sleep, sometimes I’d turn on the TV and sleep…

“Do you have any friends?”

“It used to exist, but it gradually disappeared.”

It was a time when even climbing stairs was difficult. What about meeting up for a drink?

Anyway, after giving up my social health and focusing on my mental and physical health, I found that just lying down in bed and watching became a surprisingly good stress reliever.

As soon as I finished my speech, the Chihuahua answered right away.

“I’m not sleepy right now.”

“I didn’t tell you to do it. It’s up to the customer, you know.”

I just answered because you asked. It’s up to you whether you want to print out a picture of a beagle and stick it on a sandbag and beat it up or go to a cafe where people break things.

After standing in front of the counter and thinking for about a minute, the Chihuahua asked.

“Black Panther? With ice.”

“You can get it from the coffee display case over there. There’s an ice cup underneath for the ice—”

“Self?”

“Ice is all self-service. For hot, we just help you operate the machine.”

I paid for the things I brought, thinking that I might cool my head with some iced coffee, and the Chihuahua didn’t ask me how to use the machine. He opened the lid of the ice cup, opened the pack, and poured it out.

He took a sip through a straw and began taking off the bag on his back as he spoke.

“I’m going to do some work here.”

“yes?”

“About two hours.”

If that’s the case, then why did you ask me how to relieve stress? No. That’s not the problem right now.

“Customer, you said you’d be working overtime again starting tomorrow. Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“Why do you care whether I sleep or not?”

I don’t want to care either, but today I have a reason to.

I have a meeting scheduled with Ms. Elena at this store in 40 minutes. The seat I have in mind is right next to where this guy is currently looking to sit. What do you mean a Chihuahua barged into an innocent meeting?

“I won’t interfere with your business, so just leave me alone.”

“No, I’m not saying you’re interfering with my business….”

I’m not saying that I have business to attend to, so don’t do anything here. How can a waiter stop a customer from sitting at a table and doing some business? I don’t want to do that.

The problem is, if it interferes with the business of the store, I don’t know what job this Chihuahua has. What if he’s in sales and he has a relapse of anger management disorder while talking to a salesperson?

I can’t tolerate people making a fuss over the purchase. Convenience stores should be a happy place every day, for me and for the customers.

“Then wouldn’t it be right to do this because you’re afraid of interfering with my business? You piece of shit?”

Now that I hear it, that’s true. While I was choosing what to say again, the Chihuahua answered reluctantly.

“Coding. Security.”

“What? Coding?”

“I’m going to make a tool.”

I don’t understand what you mean by “tool making”. What? Coding? Security? Is this guy an IT professional?

“It’s a silent keyboard, so it won’t make any noise. Okay? You piece of shit?”

“Coding??”

“Okay, now I need to concentrate, so don’t talk to me.”

After that, he took another sip of coffee, went to the table, and started doing what seemed to be work. Graphs, strings, and programs began to appear one after another on the open laptop screen… .

The more I look at it, the more ridiculous it becomes. In a world where people block devils with security magic, why does coding exist? That dog’s head is coding? Coding??

No, how on earth does a guy who drinks coffee on the development floor type on a keyboard? I looked up while thinking that, and he was really typing with his claws. But he was faster than me. Anyway… .

“Sir, do you have any C type batteries?”

“… Yes. There is a C type. It’s at the end of the third corner over there―”

There is nothing that is not absurd, work has to be done.

As I greeted the customers who kept coming in, I glanced at the Chihuahua every five minutes. I was worried that he might turn around in the middle of coding and start swearing at the customers who came to visit.

But that wasn’t the case. In fact, of all the times I’ve seen him, today was the most peaceful day.

For about 30 minutes, the coffee volume just decreases, and there is no movement or noise at all. If I hadn’t seen the dog’s behavior in advance, I might have exclaimed, “I don’t know whose dog this is, but it’s really dignified.”

He becomes very quiet when he codes, so if we could just make him code 24 hours a day, wouldn’t the world be happier?

While I was thinking about it and finishing my work, Miss Elena came.

“Hey, ah. Mr. Chani! Hello!”

The front door bell rang, and he came running up to the counter and smiled brightly as soon as he saw me. Are things going well for you these days?

“Yes, hello. How was your weekend?”

“I was doing well! Lazing around at home, watching movies. What about Chani?”

“I… um… .”

The police came and went because of the bag of money, and I almost got beaten up by orcs. I was about to answer as I experienced it, but I stopped. I thought it would be pitiful for both the listener and the speaker.

“I’ve been doing pretty well. All I’ve done is work and sleep.”

“Oh, you work on weekends too. You must be tired… .”

“I’m tired, but it’s work. Did you bring medicine from work?”

“Yes, just a moment. I have a lot of things in my bag…”

He took off his bag and took out something one by one. They were a tablet PC and a square crystal-shaped vial. The liquid inside was transparent, but there was something like frost on the inside of the liquid.

“Is it okay to bring this like this?”

“You don’t have to worry at all! We’ve been preserving it as we leave.”

“Preservation treatment? What to use?”

“There is a magician who lives in the company. 4 teams, 3 shifts.”

There are four magicians in charge of managing the potions at Elena Yang’s company, and the four of them work in shifts to check and manage the status of new potions. I can imagine them wearing white lab robes and holding parchment folders.

“This vial is very cold inside. Would you like to touch it?”

“No, I’ll do something for a moment. Please take a seat.”

“yes.”

While Miss Elena nodded and started packing again, I did my own preparations. I quickly calculated the black coffee pack and iced cup, put in a straw, and… .

I put the Chihuahua down next to my laptop. I had been worried about the empty coffee cup for a while now.

I thought that since you’ve been giving me this and that for the past month, it’s only right that you give me something in return. Also, I wanted you to please refrain from interrupting me while we’re talking…

“Mr. Chani, is the Chihuahua next to you a guest?”

Miss Elena also seemed nervous and sat down to ask me. I was about to answer when the Chihuahua opened its mouth.

“You are a guest, pink head.”

“Huh….”

“Don’t say my clan name because it’ll get stepped on. And you idiot.”

“why.”

“Take the card.”

He took my wallet out of his pocket and threw it at me. Miss Elena, who had suddenly been named Pink Head, was dumbfounded, so I quickly explained it to her.

“As long as you don’t say your race name, I won’t care what you do next to me.”

“Uh… yes. But, this person just told Chan-i-ssi―”

“We don’t just call them that, we just do our own work.”

After quickly changing the subject, I asked what we should do today. Miss Elena blinked a couple of times, took out her tablet PC, and answered with a slightly blush.

“So, tonight… .”

“Yes. Today.”

“You can do something similar to love with me.”

After thinking it over for a moment, I asked again to confirm.

“What do you want me to do?”

“It’s something like love. It’s not love, so…”