After a traumatic experience, I left my house and walked to the car park. I entered my car and drove away to the city mall. The city was busy as usual. I was hoping to somehow find a job here. I walked around for a few minutes until I was standing in front of the fried chicken place. I stared at it and smiled. Luck was kind of on my side, now. A huge sign was stuck on the window, ‘Now Hiring! Looking for a cashier’. I entered the place. “Hello, what can I get you?” The woman at the till, who was obviously tired and not bothered, asked.

“Um I saw the sign at the front of the store-” I started. 

“You’re looking for a job?” The woman interrupted. 

“Yes…” I replied. 

“Come with me,” she instructed. I nodded and followed her to a room. She opened it and let me in first. A man was sitting down at a desk with his legs laid on the table picking a scab. 

“Someone is here for a job, sir.” The lady said to the man. The lady left and closed the door behind her. 

“Are you gonna stand in front of the door forever? Come sit down.” The man said. 

“Oh… right,” I nervously walked to him and sat down. To be honest, I had never done an interview before in my life. The moment I was born, I was basically already working in Bridgerfort Cosmetics. No need to do an interview. All I had to do was work hard. 

“Hello, I see you are here to work as a cashier,” The man said. 

“Y-yes…” I replied. 

“Can you tell me a bit about yourself?” 

“Y-yes. Um… My name is…” What did I tell my mum my name was again? “Daniel and I’m 26 years old.” 

“That’s it?” He asked. 

“Um… is there anything else to say?” 

“Your personality or hobbies?” He muttered. 

“Oh I think I am a very sophisticated woman- I mean man, sorry, I’m great at maths so I think I’d be a very great cashier,” I smirked, ‘nailed it’ I thought, “Oh and my hobbies… uh… I used to play the piano in highschool. And I like playing volleyball.” 

The man nodded and wrote things down in a notebook. “Do you have any experience?” 

“No? But in elementary school I played this game with my friends and I pretended to work in mcdonalds. My best friend was the cook and I was the cashier. We served people food out of play doh. And-” The interviewer looked fed up with me. I gulped. 

“I should stop talking now, shouldn’t I-...” 

“Since you have no experience in this field, what did you work as previously.” 

“Actually, I worked in Bridgerfort cosmetics and I was about to be the chairwoman but someone as stupid as my brother, murdered me and then I, somehow, got resurrected into a man and that leads me here, looking for a job at a chicken store. Life sucks, doesn’t it?” Did I actually say that? Of course not! I’d get kicked out for being a crazy person, instead I said, “Actually, I’ve never had a job before.” 

“You’ve never had a job before…?” 

“Mhm.” 

“And you’re 26…?” 

“Yep.” 

The man blinked and stared at me, “So how did you earn money?” 

“Um… I was in University, I guess.” 

“When did you graduate highschool?” 

“Like everybody else, at 18.” I answered. 

“So you were in University for 8 years?” He asked. I hadn’t thought about that… What do I say now? 

“Um…” 

“Which University did you go to?”

I gulped, do I lie or tell the truth? “Harvard University,” I admitted. He rolled his eyes and shut his notebook firmly. I gulped again.

“You went to Harvard University and you are trying to get a job in a fried chicken place?” 

“Y-yes, that is true. Ridiculous right? But I have a great excuse.” 

“Can I see your ID, please?” He requested. 

“Ah yeah, sure,” I started reaching into my pockets but then I remembered that I’m a man now not a woman. That person on my ID card is not me anymore. I pretended to search for my ID card. 

“Oh no! What do I do? It seems like I forgot my ID card at home. I always remember my ID card, how did I forget it today? Damn it.” I lied then looked at him to see if he fell for my lie. 

“You’re not qualified for the job, get out.” 

“What? Just like that? Sir I really need this job! Please!”

“Get out before I call the police!” 

I left the fast food restaurant, sighing heavily. It would have just been better if I had died. Why did my great grandmother have to revive me?! How am I going to get a job or a house? I can’t even use my credit card otherwise people would find out that I’m not in Tokyo. Wait, that’s right, I can just request for a new one, transfer most of the money I have in my original one into the new one. Ha, why hadn’t I thought of this before? I happily skipped to the nearest bank. I smiled as the doors opened for me. I walked in, feeling like the smartest person to exist. “I would like to request for a new credit card,” I requested, grinning.

“Do you have your id card, passport or a driver's license you can present?” The banker asked. 

“Damnit, does everything need an id?” I muttered under my breath. I smiled, sweetly and took out my original credit card. 

“I’m the owner of this card, can you please make something work?” I asked. The woman sighed and took the card. She looked at it, furrowed her eyebrows in confusion then started doing something on her computer. “So, what's your name?” She asked.

“Daniel…” I answered. 

“Daniel what?”
“Daniel… um…” I’m really not good at making up last names. I should just think, think deeply.

“Daniel Waldron…!” 

“So you’re not Mina Bridgerfort?” The lady asked. 

“You see about that…” I started.

“Please leave before I call the cops on you.” The woman commanded, already reaching for the telephone. I gritted my teeth.

"Ugh! You barely gave me a chance to explain. Whatever! I don't need your useless help anyways!" I stood up, flicked my invisible, long hair and walked away.

Already twice today people have threatened to call the police on me. I decided to give up on finding a house or a job and wait till my mum kicks me out and I become homeless. I sighed and walked to the car park. Before I stepped into my car, I had a thought. Where did my original body go? DId it go to someone else's soul who also died and got resurrected. Then maybe, the body that I have right now also died. Which means, if I find out the life of this body, maybe I can live like it. Or if I find out where my body disappeared to, I could ask them to live the life as me then take my money back. I guess I could stick with this body after that. I flung open the door and drove to my house.