in which i talk about work and fanbitches
So, um... those jeans from the happy sack? Um... they fit me. Why, I'm not sure.
Today we had to go to Yotsubashi for a long day of meetings. First we had the staff meeting, in which nobody from my school was asked for an opinion about anything. Then we broke into our class groups, segregated by school, and talked for two hours about what our class will do for the end of year performance for the parents. After that was lunchtime - owners took us all out to a really good restaurant/cafe not far from the school, where I had delicious pasta. Finally we had an hour long meeting about the homework policy, which was conducted entirely in Japanese with no translation (except for the summary at the very end: In April we will change the homework policy. Until then, do whatever you want.) And then we were released.
So that's the bare-bones version of today. The actual INTERESTING parts come now.
Remember how a while ago I was flipping out about my bosses knowing Uchi? Or when they offered me his keitai number? Today boss-man came and sat down next to me, whipped out his keitai, and started showing me pictures he'd taken of Uchi playing with his kids. WTF? I swear, the way this is going, the next step is gonna be him dragging the boy along as show and tell.
James, Yuka, and I went to Starbucks afterwards where we talked about the pointlessness of the day, agreed lunch was good, and then somehow got on the subject of war crimes and problems with Japanese textbooks. From there we tackled the easier topic of drugs. Poor Yuka. But in the end she'll be a stronger, better person.
Then as we were leaving I noticed that a friend of a friend of James' had an Uchi keitai strap looped onto her bag. I pointed to my bag, with its Ohno and Arashi pins. She said "Oh.... Arashi" all dismissively. I asked if she liked KanJani? She wrinkled her nose. "NEWS." Oh. I desperately wanted to say the following:
1. My boy has never tried to beat the shit out of somebody else's car.
2. You might like Japanese boys, but that one on your bag isn't gonna like you.
3. My friend right here lives next door to Ryo.
4. My boss seemingly wants to hook me up with Uchi.
5. My other friends are so in with Hina and Subaru.
6. And you suck.
But I repressed.
Now, though, I totally wanna see if I can meet Uchi somehow. Just because. No idea what I'd say or do, maybe ask if he wanted to go drinking or something. But ooooh it would make so many people cry.
Then I went went home, but not before buying a trashy paperback and some puzzle magazines. And I paid my rent. For some reason, the landlady seems to really like me. I cannot for the life of me figure out why, unless she thinks my Japanese attempts are cute or something. (Though it could just be that I pay her in cash and thus am unreported income. Yeah, that's probably it.) Anyway, after a bit of discussion about how cold it is, and that I need to be careful and not get sick, she gave me three mikan. And I immediately thought, oooooh, DINNER! ....I think I figured out why those jeans fit.
Today we had to go to Yotsubashi for a long day of meetings. First we had the staff meeting, in which nobody from my school was asked for an opinion about anything. Then we broke into our class groups, segregated by school, and talked for two hours about what our class will do for the end of year performance for the parents. After that was lunchtime - owners took us all out to a really good restaurant/cafe not far from the school, where I had delicious pasta. Finally we had an hour long meeting about the homework policy, which was conducted entirely in Japanese with no translation (except for the summary at the very end: In April we will change the homework policy. Until then, do whatever you want.) And then we were released.
So that's the bare-bones version of today. The actual INTERESTING parts come now.
Remember how a while ago I was flipping out about my bosses knowing Uchi? Or when they offered me his keitai number? Today boss-man came and sat down next to me, whipped out his keitai, and started showing me pictures he'd taken of Uchi playing with his kids. WTF? I swear, the way this is going, the next step is gonna be him dragging the boy along as show and tell.
James, Yuka, and I went to Starbucks afterwards where we talked about the pointlessness of the day, agreed lunch was good, and then somehow got on the subject of war crimes and problems with Japanese textbooks. From there we tackled the easier topic of drugs. Poor Yuka. But in the end she'll be a stronger, better person.
Then as we were leaving I noticed that a friend of a friend of James' had an Uchi keitai strap looped onto her bag. I pointed to my bag, with its Ohno and Arashi pins. She said "Oh.... Arashi" all dismissively. I asked if she liked KanJani? She wrinkled her nose. "NEWS." Oh. I desperately wanted to say the following:
1. My boy has never tried to beat the shit out of somebody else's car.
2. You might like Japanese boys, but that one on your bag isn't gonna like you.
3. My friend right here lives next door to Ryo.
4. My boss seemingly wants to hook me up with Uchi.
5. My other friends are so in with Hina and Subaru.
6. And you suck.
But I repressed.
Now, though, I totally wanna see if I can meet Uchi somehow. Just because. No idea what I'd say or do, maybe ask if he wanted to go drinking or something. But ooooh it would make so many people cry.
Then I went went home, but not before buying a trashy paperback and some puzzle magazines. And I paid my rent. For some reason, the landlady seems to really like me. I cannot for the life of me figure out why, unless she thinks my Japanese attempts are cute or something. (Though it could just be that I pay her in cash and thus am unreported income. Yeah, that's probably it.) Anyway, after a bit of discussion about how cold it is, and that I need to be careful and not get sick, she gave me three mikan. And I immediately thought, oooooh, DINNER! ....I think I figured out why those jeans fit.