Botheration
Tried to order a Werder duckie, because this week of training sucketh mightily and I want it ever so much, but they're charging 33 euros shipping to Japan, and so no duckie for me. It's a six-euro duck! I shall have to find another way to acquire it.
Well. I suppose training's really not that bad. Just nine hour days sitting there listening to what my fellow trainee described as sociopath-esque trainers (they have their emotions and their facial expressions completely under control, it's freaky, we were talking about it at lunch today), and attempting to analyze their incredibly poorly made videos and decipher their typo-encrusted lesson planning sheets. And, you know, learn good communication and education tools which I'm finding very useful and widely applicable. These are actually very well-designed textbooks, and the lesson plans work very well from what I see so far. I like my fellow trainees as well - I'm sort of the pet of the group, being the only girl out of five and the youngest by four years (one of the Brits is four years older; the next youngest is eight years older, and the other two are in their late 30s). And by virtue of liking the beautiful game and Guinness, I am one of the guys to some extent, although once again they all looked dead shocked when I started swearing (after said Guinness - I read a military fic this week and that plus the beer turned off my swearing filter...). Anyway, we have adventures, it's nice.
I want some damned vegetables. Bought a packet of shredded cabbage from the convenience store (and a nikuman and a packet of kitkats) for dinner tonight because I felt vegetable-starved. Seriously, I can't get to my apartment soon enough, I'm dropping weight like mad and desperately need some actual non-conbini food. I think it's killing my ability to organize thoughts logically! That might just be the bit where I've only gotten eight hours of sleep once since I got here. Going to tonight, though, and hopefully find a laundromat tomorrow. And maybe buy some fucking socks, I got yelled at for my bright socks, which I cannot help because I have eight pairs of black ones in my other suitcase, which Younger Brit Guy said is his problem as well. Apparently we were all secretly obsessing about our socks and our laundry today, I don't even.
I've taught one lesson, and I've another tomorrow, and I am dead beat. This weekend, sentou for me! Or something. It doesn't help that I've been on my period since the night before last, and that just drains you.
The hotel is on the sketchy side of Nagoya station - the taiko-dori side, which is like a flickering red-light district, really. Flickering in that it's quite run-down and shoddy. Across the street is what I assume is a titty bar, called Breasts Club Vanilla. Accidentally stumbled into an alley full of brothels. Local color? Or something. I am definitely not posting this bit on Facebook... My hotel room's quite nice, though, and I'm enjoying seeing what the cleaning staff make of my lovely beloved mug. I think they wash it every day, but the first day it was turned over, the second day left upright on the desk, and today it had a small clear bag draped over it, and I do not know why. It is mysterious!
Well. I suppose training's really not that bad. Just nine hour days sitting there listening to what my fellow trainee described as sociopath-esque trainers (they have their emotions and their facial expressions completely under control, it's freaky, we were talking about it at lunch today), and attempting to analyze their incredibly poorly made videos and decipher their typo-encrusted lesson planning sheets. And, you know, learn good communication and education tools which I'm finding very useful and widely applicable. These are actually very well-designed textbooks, and the lesson plans work very well from what I see so far. I like my fellow trainees as well - I'm sort of the pet of the group, being the only girl out of five and the youngest by four years (one of the Brits is four years older; the next youngest is eight years older, and the other two are in their late 30s). And by virtue of liking the beautiful game and Guinness, I am one of the guys to some extent, although once again they all looked dead shocked when I started swearing (after said Guinness - I read a military fic this week and that plus the beer turned off my swearing filter...). Anyway, we have adventures, it's nice.
I want some damned vegetables. Bought a packet of shredded cabbage from the convenience store (and a nikuman and a packet of kitkats) for dinner tonight because I felt vegetable-starved. Seriously, I can't get to my apartment soon enough, I'm dropping weight like mad and desperately need some actual non-conbini food. I think it's killing my ability to organize thoughts logically! That might just be the bit where I've only gotten eight hours of sleep once since I got here. Going to tonight, though, and hopefully find a laundromat tomorrow. And maybe buy some fucking socks, I got yelled at for my bright socks, which I cannot help because I have eight pairs of black ones in my other suitcase, which Younger Brit Guy said is his problem as well. Apparently we were all secretly obsessing about our socks and our laundry today, I don't even.
I've taught one lesson, and I've another tomorrow, and I am dead beat. This weekend, sentou for me! Or something. It doesn't help that I've been on my period since the night before last, and that just drains you.
The hotel is on the sketchy side of Nagoya station - the taiko-dori side, which is like a flickering red-light district, really. Flickering in that it's quite run-down and shoddy. Across the street is what I assume is a titty bar, called Breasts Club Vanilla. Accidentally stumbled into an alley full of brothels. Local color? Or something. I am definitely not posting this bit on Facebook... My hotel room's quite nice, though, and I'm enjoying seeing what the cleaning staff make of my lovely beloved mug. I think they wash it every day, but the first day it was turned over, the second day left upright on the desk, and today it had a small clear bag draped over it, and I do not know why. It is mysterious!