Tabina's Story

Work finished, and as always, I walked down Kappabashi Main Street toward Ginza Line Tawaramachi Station. The kappa painted on the signboard of “Kappabashi Hondōri Kōnishikai Shopping Street” saw me off with its usual round, vacant eyes.

Tabina looked over the itinerary she had just finished for the “Tokyo Sakura Tour” and praised herself quietly in her heart. “It turned out well,” she thought. “I’ll ask Heidi to check it.” She suddenly remembered: When she had first come to this company, the cherry blossoms along the Sumida River were in bloom. It had been six months since she joined. She had assisted with tour planning and tour guiding, and had even obtained her Domestic Travel Services Manager certifica

Right after the president finished introducing everyone, Sensei immediately began explaining the laptop on my desk. Although he was about the same height as me, standing next to him felt strangely intimidating—perhaps because of his solid build. With his round, adorable fingers tapping the keys, he explained each screen carefully as one after another appeared before me. After that, Heidi taught me where the supplies were kept, how to use the copier, and other basics. Before