Another Friday, another day at work. This job has become my main income and I enjoy it very much. Both, the job and the income. Three times a week I look back at my short time at Platoon in Sinsa-dong. I had to take a bus to get to the station, take the line number four and transfer to line number three, then get off and take another bus. That took me about an hour to an hour and ten minutes.
Now I take one bus. The ride takes about eight minutes. Then another three-minute walk and I'm there. I work the same amout of hours a day, but only three days a week. Funnily enough I make the same amount of money. Plus, it's fun work. It comes easy to me, because it's retail. This part-time job is my strongest financial pillar. It's my job, but it's not my occupation. I have to be ok with that.
The sun is shining in my face while I walk uphill towards Namsan Tower. It's shortly past noon and the world is spinning eagerly. People are rushing in and out of restaurants. An old woman is walking in front of me, her hands comfortably resting on her bent back. I wonder how often she has walked up this hill before. She's in no haste, she already knows what's up there. I look up and see the sun. She makes me smile.
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