A year after quitting my corporate job, I opened a coffee shop driven by my love of coffee. For some reason, my Neapolitan spaghetti became a sensation, and now the shop is a popular pasta spot with long lines of office workers at lunchtime. Running the place alone is difficult, so I tried hiring some part-time workers, but all I got were incompetent older men, which was a real problem. Half-heartedly, and thinking this would be my last attempt, I finally gave in to my 10th request...