Cherry blossoms, strawberries and a fresh crop of anime: Spring is here, and it’s delightful.  I’m busy soaking it all in, so we’re going to go light and sweet today, like the demiglace on a hamburg steak.

She did it best.

It’s an art, it’s an art
To be a fine waitress
To see that you pleasure each guest
- Working: The Musical, “It’s an Art”

So.  On one hand, I appreciate that Working!! shows us a human side behind the monoculture of Japanese service jobs.  It can be pretty hard to find.

The service industry in this country is amazing, a phenomenon that must be seen to be believed.  Or rather, it must be heard:  All customer service positions, from the most refined and highly trained sommelier to a convenience store wage slave, use a type of Japanese called keigo, which is so exceptionally formal that it almost sounds like a different language.  Secondly, people in service speak with high-pitched voices, and are often trained to have a specific intonation that is unlike natural spoken Japanese.

This kind of training is especially possible with heavy reliance on set phrases, like “irrashaimase” and “go-yukkuri douzo.”  Really, when I think about it, maid cafés just add a “master” here and there to what they already would say as waitresses anyway.  It’s that old Japanese chestnut about honne and tatemae, the difference between your true feelings and what you show the world because it’s socially proper.

The overall effect, I feel, is the masking of one’s true personality when at work, much more so in Japan than in other countries.  When you’re waiting tables, you’re not yourself; you’re a waitress at a family restaurant, and you will act accordingly.  While it’s nice as a customer to always have polite help, I can only imagine that as a worker it gets tiresome.  So Working!!, to its credit, shows us one version of what it’s like when the employees are on their much-needed cigarette break.

But on the other hand, this is possibly the most unprofessional behavior I’ve ever seen.  I’m a bit horrified.  Is this theater of the absurd, or poor taste?