/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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I was at my limit. Mu muscles are screaming, my legs shaking. My breath came short and fast. But I was so close. With my last vestiges of my strength I forced myself to stumble forward. Almost there. I dropped the heavy bin on the ground next to the other stuff they had me clear out of the storehouse. If setting up for festivals took this much heavy lifting, then it was no wonder my mother seemed to have one hell of a swing. If I kept this up I’d wouldn’t have to worry much about exercise. I sat down on the bin to take a breather. The hard part was out of the way, I went inside to see what else there was to do. Sanae was in the middle of dusting down every surface in the shrine, so at least I wasn’t alone in working hard. She took a break after getting a difficult spot out of a corner “So is that everything out of storage? Thanks Hana. So after this we finish cleaning up, then we check the records to make sure the merchants are still coming, then we unpack the stuff from storage...” Sanae got up, getting a crink out of her back as she stretched. “It’s a ton of work but it’s worth it in the end. Not just all the visitors and money, but knowing that a lot of people enjoyed themselves. Let’s take a break”


As we were lounging around and drinking tea, A tall pur[ple haired woman appearied with a stack of papers in hand. I assumed this must be Kanako, the god of the shrine. She set down some in front of me. “Do you know what this is?” she asked. I stared at it. Numbers and some names. “This is the most important part of running a shrine, paperwork. In particular this is a record of everyone that is setting up a stall at the festival. It’s important to keep tracks of these, as they’re paying us for giving them a good business opportunity. While just getting a verbal agreement and holding it in memory might be acceptable for some people, here we can track of who’s coming, what they’re doing, and their names in case they have trouble paying their fees” “Oh, so we can reminder them to pay up?” I said innocently. “Reminder?” She said, blinking in surprise “Huh? Oh yeah. You just remind them to pay up. That’s it. You’ll be checking in on the stalls top make sure they can pay so it shouldn’t be an issue, now onto other paperwork...”


The rest of the work was almost as difficult as being lectured on paperwork. More cleaning. Unpacking everything from storage and moving it around. Planting down signs. Making charms. Hanging up lamps. Getting the kappas running the stalls to part with their money. More bookkeeping. But it was over. The shrine looked great and just looking at it all dolled up and filled with stalls seemed to give it a busy energy, ready to be released. “Looks great doesn’t it, thanks so much Hana. It’s all set up for tomorrow. See you then” Despite all the work I had done, and technically doing it for a supposed rival, I felt good. Maybe this is why they said hard work was its own reward. Or I could have just been looking forward to a payday.

i love my wife sanaa.