12-22

12-22 – 10:47am

Something is in the works to happen today. I work 1:20-9pm, and my last period is a TRN/OBS period, but there’s no one else on the schedule aside from me and Allen. Which means that someone is coming out here for the sole purpose of talking to me for that last period. Now, Allen supposed it was Dara, but Ash says Kerry, cause if they were going to bring a TI out here, they’d have them work too to balance the cost of travel, but Kerry, well, she can do whatever she wants. So, it looks like today they’ll let me know I’m staying on probation another month. At least I get to bring up the fact my branch has no Kids’ Coordinator, and they can’t make me it until I’m off probation. We’ll see if I can work my way out of staying on. Heh, wish me luck.

Last night Allen and I went out to a Korean Barbeque with Yumi and Juri, the J-Staff from our branch. It was the last day all four of us work together until the New Year. It was fun I suppose. I think I’m just cranky from being sick, but little outings like that just have little appeal to me if all we’re doing is making small talk and eating delicious, delicious cow tongue for three hours and paying 3,000 yen for it. If I’m gonna drop 3,000, I’m gonna have a good night.

Anyway, wish me luck on whatever it is I have today. 100 yen says this is the first thing I say: “Yeahp. Called it.”


12:34am

“Yeahp. Called it.” Nice guess, rookie. I just lost a buck. To myself!
Actually, it wasn’t quite how I called it. I have to wait for Kerry’s decision at this point, cause my “poor” in the attendance category barred me from ending probation by default, which probably means it will continue. But Dara had just about all good things to say today, that and my one little dress code violation aside. Apparently I would have received above average marks for appearance otherwise. As it stood, my one poor and my one good average to an entirely satisfactory review. Hopefully to anyone crunching numbers that average will hold.
Well, all the same I’ll keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best. If I’m so lucky, I’ll get off probation and my paycheck won’t suck so much, otherwise, well, whatever, nothing different from now.
Just a couple more days and it will be winter break. Which reminds me…
Holy crap I’ve been here for two months. Yeah. What the fuck? My hair’s finally starting to get long. People back home are starting to forget I ever existed. Well, actually, I can’t back up that last statement, but, it seems like something that might be true. I just went with it. Whatever. Shut it. I’ve been gone a while now, ok?

To those people at home who are wondering, no, I don’t miss America. I’m sorry to be so blunt, but I don’t. Put me anywhere, tell me this is home, and I’m ok with it. I adapt. That’s not to say I don’t think of you all often and miss you, I do, I really do, but, there’s no difference to me between this life here and mine at home. I don’t miss it cause I feel like I could take a train and if I waited long enough I’d end up back in Portland. Now I know that sounds like I’m well set up for a crashing in on itself kinda reality check thing, but, it’s not really exactly like the analogy I gave. Just ugh, go with it, k? Ask anyone who was close to me when I lived in Japan two years ago. Ask them if I wrote them. Ask them if I called them. Probably not, and no. I wonder sometimes if not needing contact with people I care about makes me cold.