SIRO-1239 Amateur personal photography, posting. 239

I’m exhausted today. Friday night, the izakaya was so busy. No matter how many orders I take, how quickly I bring the drinks, how much I move, move, move, move, work just keeps coming. Even if someone asks for cold water, I forget it in 5 seconds, I get complained about, and I’m exhausted. The annoying employees are incompetent, but they always say “keep an eye on the whole picture and move!” I’ve gotten used to pretending not to hear them. The manager says, “Look, I’m calling you!” and hits me on the butt with all his might, and I’m getting tired of him casually undoing my apron to make me take more time. But there was something I looked forward to after work. It was the task of carrying the uniforms that everyone had taken off to the washing machine. While carrying them, I had to smell them. Smell them! I had gotten into the habit of sniffing the condensed sweat of everyone and the old man smell of the incompetent employees. It smelled. It smelled really bad. But almost as soon as I thought it smelled, I thought I wanted to smell it again! Of course, I liked the smell of myself after work, but I couldn’t compete with a man’s. Even after I had a boyfriend, I liked to smell the socks I took off, and before I knew it, I liked socks more, so we broke up. On this day, I happened to be teaching a new employee how to do the laundry, but I missed the chance to sniff them and felt bad. He called out to me, and since I’m a pervert and we haven’t had sex recently, I thought it might be okay, so I just followed him. He said I was super cute, that my breasts were big and beautiful, and I felt good, more than I’ve ever felt before. But I was pretty embarrassed that everyone could see me in such a mess. But it was a little exciting. I guess I’m a pervert in the sense that I want as many people as possible to see me.