A few hours had passed by since I 'admitted' the truth to Ryung. In that time I learned three things. Number one, I had a job at a convenience store a kilometer and a half away. Number two, we had a sister named Hana Elizabeth Jeong. And Number three, our parents were dead and our extended family hated us.
Looking at the clock, it read 9:10, apparently a few minutes after the time that 'I' would leave for work. So I bid Ryung goodbye, told him study and to work on his homework, and headed to my own work.
Luckily, Ryung, told me where my work was because if not, I would not of found it.. It was on the corner of a moderately busy street with neon letters reading.. something. I head in and see a short guy staring at his phone behind the register. He looks up and near immediately "shouts" at me.
"Where have you been? I had to run this for an extra twenty minutes due to your absence. What do I pay you for if not to run this?" he eyes me up and down, "And where is your Uniform? It's not cheap to make those, I expect better from my employees."
I bow my head a little and apologize, "Sorry sir, I lost my memories today and was only told I work here by my little brother, maybe twenty minutes ago."
My boss's face instantly lightens, "Oh, I'm sorry. That must be really hard for you. Do you need a refresher how to man this?" he says, gesturing to the register.
I smile and nod my head, "Yes please, sir."
He waves his hand, "Don't call me sir. Call me Mr. Lee. Now come on over here. I'll show you how to use the register."
I walk on over and learn pretty quickly how to use it.
"Got all that?"
"Yes sir... Mr. Lee."
His face brightens at my correction. He pats my back and heads off into the employee's room where he probably puts his stuff away and heads home.
Now I'm alone at a job I have no experience with. Hopefully customers won't get mad at my ignorance Korea's currency. I think it was...
Speak of the devil, a pair of men walk in right after I think that. They peruse the shelves for a few minutes before bringing up four sodas with I think eight different bags of chips. Carefully ringing them up, it comes to a total of... three and a half thousand currency?
"I'm sorry sirs, I don't know the currency's name. The cost is Thirty Seven Thousand, though."
They look at me weird before pulling out five notes. I take the notes while one grabs the goods and heads off while the other stand in front of the counter still.
"Um sir, is there a problem?" I ask him. Looking at him closely, I could now tell how bulky he was. With a black aviators and leather jacket, I was looking at a biker. A biker who could probably effortlessly bench my thee hundred pound ass.
The biker wordlessly pulls out his wallet and from within, take out four notes. One reads, One thousand and is blue, the next reads five thousand and is red. Another reads ten thousand and is green, with the last being fifty thousand orange.
Pointing at the currency, he speaks in a low, gravelly voice, "These are Won. You can use them all over the country. Surprised you never learned that" he points to the one reading five hundred. "This is a thousand, if you couldn't read. You can buy one, maybe two, sodas for this."
He then points to the ten thousand note, "You can buy a cheap shirt with this. You can probably figure out the rest is math."
He takes his notes back and goes to leave. Before he exits the door, I say "Thank you sir."
He smiles and nods his head, then leaves.
Pulling out my notepad, I write down everything he had just said. While writing down my notes, another customer walks in. I continue writing while looking up every now and then. Don't want to forget the new information I just got was.
While focusing on my pad, someone cleared their throat. That was signal enough for me to put down my notes. When I do and raise my head, I see a man; clad in full Plate-mail with the largest zweihander I've ever seen.
I take a step back in awe and fear. The man was close to six foot six, towering over me. He clears his throat again, knocking me out of my stupor. I swallow my saliva and look at what he grabbed. It was a... six pack of beer. Huh, didn't know we sell that. In fact I don't know what we sell here I should take stock after this customer.
Scanning the pack, it came up to seven fifty. He counts out three coins and pass them to me. I grab one of them and look at it. It was the size of a quarter and looked to be made of gold. I take the three coins and pray that would actually cover the beer as the man leaves.
But now I'm wondering, why is a man in actual steel Plate-mail with a zweihander; wandering around? Oh wait, before that, I need to check the shelves.
And the rest of my shift went like that, with me only getting home at one in the morning.