Monday I said goodbye to all my friends that I met in training. It was a sad day, for you would be surprised how close people become after living with each other for ten days straight. But we all have each other's e-mail, and soon we will have each other's number, and as the trainers said: it's only the beginning.
My school is located in downtown Tokyo, at Hamamatsucho Station on the Keihin Tohoku and Yamanote for those who are JR inclined. Located right at the heart of the financial district, I will be teaching many business students, some who are good with people and some who think they own the world. Cute boys will most likely be in remiss.
My first work day was spent settling me into my new apartment. Located just a few minutes from Shimousa-Nakayama on the Sobu, my manager, head teacher, and counselor spent three days furbishing my apartment, making it the wonder that it is now. I have plates, bowls, cutting boards, pots and pans, a TV that I will never use - or at least until my Japanese becomes existent -, a futon with covers, a table, rugs, tissue paper, toilet paper, kitchen cooking tools, cleaning tools and liquids, a washer, detergent, hangers, an iron, plastic drawers, a TV stand, a cactus, and a mirror. And on top of that, she insisted on taking care of initial breakfast for the next day, a calling card, and gave me 3,000 JPY to get started.
Needless to day, I am quite happy to be her employee.
The next day, I got my phone, which can do as much things as my apartment is stocked. Amongst other things it can tell me where I am within Japan. Big Brother is watching.
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It is only the begining.
I'm so excited you have super-exciting-phone. Does that mean we could find out where you are at all times????
No, it means that ony myself, the Japanese government, and covert undisclosed governmental factions may know! But I will be sending e-mail at alarming rates!
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