And now THIS is happening.....

I hate when people are nosy. Unfortunately for me, nosiness seems to be a bit of a Japanese pastime. I guess it’s their way of showing interest in you in order to help cement interpersonal relations. Even most Japanese people though know roughly where to draw the line. However, once again unfortunately for me, I work with two Japanese men who don’t.

I was talking on MSN the other day when one of these guys just came behind me and started reading what I was writing (and well, most you know how I talk when I think that the conversation is private…). I quickly closed the window and he had the audacity to ask me what I was writing about! This guy is so damn annoying in other areas as well. He frequently asks me to do him little favours, especially as they relate to translating things, and talks to me for hours on end about completely irrelevant and boring topics (and doesn’t catch my blatant hinting at non interest – seriously I can have my back turned to him, typing something else, and say “huh? Sorry?” ten times in a row in response to questions he asks me, and STILL he keeps talking). I have frequent punting fantasies that all involve him and I swear when he comes close sometimes my leg jerks a little involuntarily.

The secretary can’t stand him either so we frequently share a joke at his expense using hand gestures to communicate. Luckily “punt” is easy to explain without the use of much verbal language…


Anywho, that’s my rant for the day. It’s Friday and for the first time in a while I have no plans for the weekend. Jenny and Kara are going to run in some marathon or something tomorrow. Nicole can’t make it out to Fukuoka to party. And I am too lazy to find out what other people are doing. What’s worse is that I’m almost done with season 1 of ‘Lost’!

I think I might just have to take a trip across the bay to Kumamoto tomorrow since I haven’t been there yet. We’ll see how I feel. On the other hand, I might just do what I used to back in TO when I was really bored and feeling lazy on the weekend – get drunk early in the morning, eat something fried, call a bunch of people and take turns being megalomaniacal and then sobby, watch a romantic comedy and blubber like a little girl and pass out early in a pool of my own vomit. Ah, how I miss my old life…..