OH MY GOD, I have a Japanese midterm tomorrow. Or, Ashita test-o wa desu. That sucks. I'm getting ready for a major systems installation at work, and also trying to prepare for a 4-day weekend trip next week (even though the base called me yesterday and told me I was on an international legal hold because of my speeding ticket from November, and couldn't leave the country for a few more months. We eventually got that little snafu cleared up.) Then there is this little thing about moving -- the base called me today (it's Tuesday here, people) and asked if I could sign the contract on Moku-yobi (Thursday) and move on Kin-yobi (Friday). Today I hired a moving company, after meeting them at my house to survey my crap. Then I called the phone office to see when they could transfer my phone. Tomorrow I deal with the Internet people, television people, water and electricity people (all in Japanese -- that should be really easy and not at all frustrating), and there's something else I have to do...what is that? Oh yeah, work. I facilitate a staff meeting and a leadership meeting tomorrow (which I have yet to plan -- quick, what should I say in my staff meeting?), and then I lead a group leadership meeting on Thursday (is this getting boring to anyone yet?) This ain't right.
Speaking of my long weekend coming up -- I don't think we've gone over this yet. A couple of weeks ago I went to buy a ticket to
I took my travel dates to the Japanese agent and asked for a flight out of
This went on for a very long time, but eventually I explained that it will be my second time to
I know you don't believe me that this kind of crap happens every five minutes here, but it does. I know you also won't believe this: an American friend was having dessert at a restaurant (this was a while ago) and ordered apple pie and ice cream. He asked that the pie be served heated, but the waitress let him know that was not possible. Thinking maybe there was a language barrier going on, he explained again what he wanted, only to have the waitress tell him no. Being a somewhat stubborn person, or maybe just really wanting that apple pie hot, he eventually spoke to a manager to give the manager his request. The manager also said that it wasn't possible, but offered a (perfectly logical) explanation that the waitress had left out: if the apple pie was heated up, it would not RETAIN ITS SHAPE. Yes, folks, it would not look the same on the plate, and that is why the apple pie could not be heated. Get it? Welcome to My Life In
Now I'm getting all worked up.
More crazy Japanese stories later. For now, back to studying! Wish me gambatte kudasai! (Rots of ruck!)
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Tuesday, February 8, 2005
Chotto Arigato Gozaimasu (Thank You Very Little)
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