the Sisyphus of accounting!
Like the mythical hero,
I never despaired.
But it was amazing:
I made a thousand mistakes,
but each was different.
For each calculation,
I got a thousand results.
I was brilliant!
More and more, again and again,
Fubuki's beauty stunned me.
Why are you staring at me?
I was thinking that in Japanese
"hair"
and "god"
are the same word.
So is "paper". Do your paperwork!
Forgive me.
It's lack of sleep.
In your first name, there's "snow".
In the Japanese version of mine,
there's "rain".
You're snow
I'm rain.
But both are water
falling from the sky.
Why do you compare us?
What did you want to become,
when you were a child?
An archery champion.
Right!
That's perfect for you!
As a child
I wanted to become God.
Later, I settled for being Christ.
Then I resolved, more modestly,
to become a martyr.
But that didn't work either.
Then what?
I became an accountant at Yumimoto.
I can't sink any lower.
You think so?
Why?
Why didn't she fire me?
Finally, it was the last night
of the month.
My third sleepless night.
That night,
an amazing thing happened:
My mind crossed over to the other side.
In an instant, I was free of bonds.
My body, so hammered by numbers,
had no place left for decimals.
I was free.
I'd never been so free!
I was God!
Fubuki...
you give the orders
but I'm the one who reigns!
Reigning is glory.
I'm the Christ of computers!
Yours is so big!
So magnificent!
Being crucified
means you know it's the end.
I'll turn my last day
into a work of art.
Tomorrow morning
I'll tell my executioners:
"I failed.
"Kill me!"
Let Fubuki slice off my head
with a saber!
The garbage
was to stop us shaking her.
She made herself untouchable.
That's just like her.
She has no dignity.
She sinks lower and lower
and thinks it keeps her out of range.
She's mistaken!
I was cold...
Don't act like a bum
in our offices!
Go under a bridge!
Anywhere else, I'd have been fired.
Not in Japan.
"Sleeping under garbage?
Big deal!"
This country knows all about
"freaking out"!
You must be Miss Amelie.
Glad to meet you at last,
Mademoiselle.
Incredible!
The president of this place of torture,
humiliation and contempt
was this fine person, a superior soul.
What was this mystery?
Did God reign over Hell?
Well?
You're not paid to loiter!
It explained everything!
Here, God was the president,
the vice-president was the Devil!
I wanted to do that myself.
Yes, it's within your capabilities.
Fubuki... you're right.
This work is too hard.
Some have no sense of direction
I'm hopeless with numbers.
I solemnly announce it:
I give up this task.
You took your time.
The deadline is tonight.
Give me that.
Finally, my bosses understood:
I was a disaster.
"Don't let her touch anything!"
But I coped with the situation.
Floating out the window,
serving tea and coffee,
watching the seasons on my boss's face,
not using my calculator,
suited my total lack of ambition.
Until the day we heard thunder
on the mountain...
Miss Mori!
You're a disgrace to this company!
Suddenly, my ears sealed off
the Japanese language!
I never found out what crime
Fubuki had committed.
Then I realized...
Mr Omochi was raping Miss Mori.
I translated for myself
the meaning of his belching:
"Yes, I weigh 300 pounds and you 100!
"Our combined weight excites me!
"I'm fat, I'd have a hard time
making you come,
"but I can push you over and crush you,
"and I love it!
"More so, with these idiots watching!
"I love wounding your pride,
"when you're defenseless,
I love this rape!"
- You think I'm a fool!
- Don't scold me!
Don't scold me!
Acting this way to your superior
is unworthy
of a Yumimoto employee!
Then, by being kind and silly,
I made my biggest blunder.
I'll be right back.
Fubuki...
I'm so sorry.
I'm here.
On your side.
What are you doing in here?
Don't be angry.
I wanted to comfort you.
Be quiet! Get out!
I was too late.
Miss Mori