The birth of a new life called "money"

 I was at the enemy's headquarters. A place where there is a lot of money. A place where money gathers. A bank.

"Traitor!"

Indeed.

"Are you a spy?"

Maybe. Maybe a "double agent."

"Why did you join the bank?"

Of course,

"Because I love money!"

When I was in the accounting department,

"Mr. X, please give me 200 million by 3 o'clock."

"Got it!"

I seal 100 10,000 yen($100) bills in a small band, then seal 10 of them in a large band to make 10 million. 10 of those make 100 million, and 20 of those make 200 million. It takes about 30 minutes to make it. I put it in a bag. One person can manage 100 million yen ($1million) , but 200 million yen ($2million) would be difficult unless there are two people.

It's money. Money. My beloved money. It's the money I dreamed of and longed for. There's lots of it. There's no end to it. Whether you look to the right, to the left, forward, backward, down, or up, there is money in all directions.

"You can touch it."

I can't get enough of the feel of this 10,000 yen($100) bill. I touch it with naughty hands. I stroke it.

"You can touch it more. Feel it as much as you want."

Ah, the fragrant smell of new banknotes. Sparkling coins. 500 yen coins, 100 yen coins, 50 yen coins, 10 yen coins, 5 yen coins, and 1 yen coins. They come out in a stick of 50. That's money. Money. It's money.

"Mom, Dad, we're finally here. Look, there's so much money. We've finally made it to paradise, to heaven."

I can't stop crying. In my ecstatic, fading memories, where am I, who am I?

"Who are you?"

My ego melts. In the approaching ecstasy, I become one with the goddess of money. And the goddess whispers in my ear. She whispers softly and gently.

"Who are you?"

I, I,

"I am money..."

Money that I long for. Money that I wanted so much. I would do anything for money, I would devote my body and soul to it. And finally I became money. I became the money  I longed for.

In the end, it seems that he loved money so much that he became money itself. And thus money took the soul from man, sucked the life out of him, and gained life for itself.

This is the birth of a new life called MONEY.

This is the birth of the goddess of money, the new ruler.

"By the way, why are you here now?"

That's right. There is a part of the story above that is a lie. It's true that I worked at a bank. At a bank that starts with "T". Now it seems that various banks have merged and become banks that start with "M". (Hmm? Does everyone have "M" in their surname now?)I was at a branch that starts with "K". But I don't think the reason I joined a bank is because I love money!

So, if you ask me if I don't like money, there is no one who doesn't. So, if you ask me if I like it more than most people, I think I'm less attached to money. Of course, if I'm offered it for free, I'll take it.

So, why did I go to a bank? It was a bit of a coincidence during my job search. The reason I joined a bank is because 

I got a call from an alumnus. 

At the time, the Japanese economy was just after the bubble burst and it was difficult to find a job. I was also rejected by many companies, and somehow I was about to make it to the final interview with N Steel Company, when I got a call from an alumnus recruiter of a bank with a "T" in the name.

"Why don't you come and talk to me?"

"I'm in the literature department, but can I get into a bank?"

"Yes, you can."

And within a week, I got a job offer. That was one day before N Steel Company finally offered me a job. At that time, I thought, a friend of mine also applied to that steel company. And he got a job offer first. He and I are completely different types. He has good grades and is a serious type. Ah, I thought that that company values ​​that type of person more than me. And then, one day earlier, the bank with a "T" in the name offered me a job, and it went smoothly. I'm not that interested in money, but I'll go there.

(On the day I got the job offer from N Steel, there was a bit of a commotion. I got the job offer right there at the final interview, but then the HR people forced me to call the bank that I was working for to decline the offer. I called and the HR people answered... I couldn't contain my anger, so I hung up the phone and

"What's going on?"

I exploded with anger and started biting the HR people. The other employees were frozen. At that time, the head of the HR people said

"I thought you were soft, but you're actually quite strong. I'll come to your house and tell you to definitely come to our place!"

But since I had made a bold move, I decided to go to the bank. Later, the HR people even called my parents' house and tried to persuade me to come here. Of course, they didn't come to my house.)

Well, that's how it happened.

At that time, did I awaken to religion?

No way, not at all. Now that I think about it, the HR people at the various companies who kept rejecting me had a good eye for people.

"This guy isn't cut out to be an office worker."

It seems they saw right through me. Is the HR at the bank that hired me okay? But I'm grateful for the glimpse into the dark side of the world of money.