Chapter 3: I was bullied by the head chef at my part-time job, so I rebelled against him part 1

Translator: Soafp

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A lukewarm breeze was pouring in as I walked out the back door. It was evening time, and I was beginning to hear the distant chirping of the brown-eared bulbul.

“At last I can go home.”

I put the garbage bag down on the dumpster and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

　Sousuke Sugaya started working part-time at a coffee shop shortly before the summer break. He was in charge of assisting with the cooking. In other words, he is in the kitchen.

　When he returned to the kitchen from the back door, he found a high school girl who had one hour left on her shift greeting the elderly head chef.

“Good work”

“Ou, take care, Narumi.”

“……”

With his eyes following the departing Kanase Narumi, he walks up to the head cook.

“Can I go home too?”

The chef glared at him.

“Aah? Of course it’s not good. Don’t talk in your sleep.”

　Sousuke smiled bitterly.

“No, no, my shift ends at 4:30.”

“I don’t care about that. You should at least fill in for Narumi without complaining.”

“I haven’t heard anything about that.”

While they were having this exchange, a young woman walked up to them.

“What is this fuss all about?”

“Oh, manager. This guy is bugging me to let him go home.”

“Like I said, my shift….”

As soon as the woman heard this, she looked at him with a look of dismay.

“You have been so impolite lately, you know?”

　Sousuke sighed deeply in his heart. The bosses, in other words, they don’t listen to anyone.

After about a month of working here, Sousuke began to see what he didn’t like about this workplace. It would be completely unreasonable bullying as Sousuke is the only one who has been victimized so far.

“Nano, Akae, good work!”

　It was a young man with brown hair who peeked into the kitchen from the floor. He had the very atmosphere of a frivolous-looking person. He was a floor staff member, a freelancer, and 20 years old, according to the information.

“Take care.”

“See you tomorrow.”

　The two men said to each other with fresh smiles on their faces.

” Oh, you too, Sugaya. Good night.”

“Good night, …….”

As a matter of fact, his shift ends at 5:00 p.m., and he has three minutes left.

“Well, I checked the shift schedule, and I’m supposed to finish at 4:30 today.

“Shut up, and just keep working until the other workers get here.”

　They don’t listen. A housewife who works part time told him that the two of them have a target in mind and hit it thoroughly. Because of this, they are lenient with those around them, and there is no one to stop them. In other words, there is no reason or cause. There is no way to deal with it. Basically, they choose people who seem timid, and there are people who have quit because they got sick of it.

“Okay, I understand. I’ll do it.”

“Hmph.”

　The head chef sniffs.

　Sousuke clicks his tongue. He must have been chosen because he looked timid at first glance.

He finished preparing the food as he was told, and it was around 5:30 when he left.

“Thank you for your hard work”

He said as he walked through the kitchen, and the head chef followed him.

“Hey, Sugaya.”

“Yes?”

“What’s with your attitude?”

“Attitude?”

“You’re really useless. Go change your clothes again. Today’s shift ends at the end of the day.”

Since he has never said it back to him strongly, he seems to be escalating the situation.

“You already have all the night shift workers here, so I’m just in the way, no?”

“No, you’re useless, so I’m going to train you again.”

　As usual, the manager walked up to me.

“It’s you again, Sugaya-kun. If you don’t stop this, I’m going to fire you.”

“Fire?”

Being fired from a part-time job that had lasted for a month seemed like a shame.
“Okay, then. Until the last minute, right?”

Being mature here, he follows them.

　However, this was not good. From that day on, the situation began to escalate.

　The next day.

When he arrived at work, he greeted the kitchen before entering the locker room.

“Good morning.”

Immediately the head cook glared at him.

“You’re taking too long. Do you know what time it is?”

“Eh?”

He checked his watch on his phone, but it was a little after ten o’clock. The shift starts at 11:30 am, so there was plenty of time to spare. When he told him that, the chef said.

“It’s common sense to come in 30 minutes early.”

The chef yelled at him with all his might.

Then footsteps came from behind him.

“Good morning!”

It was Narumi who greeted them cheerfully. Today’s shift was supposed to be at 11:30 a.m., the same time as hers.

“Ou, Narumi. Hiyo, you’re early.”

“Is that so?”

　The two of them laughed at each other. Sousuke let out a small sigh.

　The next day.

　After his shift was over, he finished getting dressed and was packing up his belongings when the head chef came in.

“Hey, Sugaya!”

　’Again’, he breathed out.

“What is it?”

“Don’t ‘what is it’ me. Have you finished cleaning the toilets?”

“I’m not on duty today.”

“I told you that Toyama, who was on duty, was not feeling well. You do it.”

“That’s fine, but why are you so angry?”

　Why don’t you just say so?

“Aah?　It’s because you’re not very attentive.”

Apparently, he is no longer a target for stress venting. It is obvious that it is useless to argue with the chef.

“I understand. ……”

　Sousuke regretted it later. He wished he had taken some action in this area.

　The next day and the day after that.

　It was after 4:30 p.m. when the clientele had settled down. Lunch was over and it was still too early for dinner.

　Just as the other customers had gone, childhood friend Shion Izaki and Mizuka Tsubaki arrived at the restaurant.

“Welcome. Ah!”

“Sou-chan. Good evening.”

“Are you doing okay?　Work.”

One sigh, thinking of the face of the head chef and the manager.

“Well, it’s getting by.”

“Hmm, is there something wrong?”

　Mizuka’s ability to guess is impressive. Admiring her, he leads them to their seats.

　As he handed them the menus, the head chef entered the floor for some reason.

“Oi!”

Sousuke, Shion, and Mizuka looked at the chef.

“What is it?”

“How long are you going to keep standing there? Get the hell out of here.”

　The chefs blinked at him.

“Chef, we are here in front of our guests.”

“Your acquaintances are not our guests!”

　Sousuke’s expression suddenly became blank.

“That’s enough, you bald old man.”

　When I said this in a low voice, the head chef looked at me blankly for a moment.

“W-what’s your problem?”

He didn’t like to be too wordy, but at this point, he had no choice. Sousuke decided to let it go.

　He clicked his tongue.

“Every single time, you’re so loud. Don’t get carried away.　I told you we’re in front of the customers. Don’t f*ck with me.”

“W-what did you say to me?”

“Don’t talk. You serve rotten food, but you’re so proud of yourself.”

　The chef took a step back when I glared at him.

“S-Sou-chan?”

It’s one thing if it’s just himself, but if he makes fun of someone he knows, it’s a different story.

　Civil war broke out.

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