How did her parents bring her up?

I am sure that I have not posted for long time. The reason is I was kind of busy for a while and I was sick of where I work. Frankly, I am working with a girl who is the meanest I ever met. I could not imagine human beings could be such mean. Whenever she says something I as amazed. It does not even make me angry. I look her as if I am studying some new type of mammal. You should see her, but she does disguise herself to some kind of good person when she associates with somebody she does not know. My co-worker called her a piece of crap. I worry her future and her future husband. I really do.

Mi casa

I did not have chance to write one, but I wrote a new story. I just put my draft.


Mi casa su casa
Frankly, I never want to remember that time. But that night, some how, I happened to run into my old friend from high school. When I saw him, first, I thought what a bad luck I got. It was at Shinjuku-station. It is one of the biggest stations in the world. People can hardly meet by accident. I found him first; even I did not have time to turn my face away. Actually I was way too frightened, so I could not avert my eyes from him. He made a significant grin on his face and came up to me. He did not say anything for a while.
“Hey, how have you been?” I asked first. I knew what he was thinking about.
“Well, well, well,” he grinned from ear to ear.

I remembered perfectly that time, that I tried not to remember for about ten years. I am from Tokyo and grew up in Tokyo. I have not out from Tokyo, except went to India for 2 months from my curiosity. I got a chance to listen this music from India, “Calcutta” by Dr. Bombay. He said he drove his taxi with his feet, besides without license. I wanted to know when he used his feet, how he hit the clutch to change the gear. So I went to India with one of those high risk airlines that could crash every one time out of hundred.
Anyway this is not the point that I was saying. The guy, who I had met unfortunately at Shinjuku-station, was my club mate. We were in wrestling club; and what I felt fear from him was, that he was going to talk about the day of the last game of school life. I can remember vividly what happened that day. I was in the locker room of a big gymnasium for the meet. I was third year then, it was the last year for high school kids; and I was the most likely to win that meet. I kept winning the Eliminations to the final. The final was held the day. I was ready to win, because the guy who I was going to beat was I had near been beaten.
I sat down on a bench in the locker room. In the locker room, there were a few guys who got through the elimination as I did, including my old friend. Wrestling is fallen into some sorts of classes. I was on “free style 55kg” class, and my old friend was on “63kg class”. There was the other guy from our school. This is the guy who flicked in my mind once in a whole for ten years and I tried to get rid of it.
I warmed well up, was ready to fight. I could get an opportunity to go up to a national competition if I won. Ten minutes before of the final, I would change my clothing into my fighting suits; I dare call those stretchable, polyester clothes fighting suits. I took off my underwear and tried to get my jockstrap out of my bag. In a short, I forgot to bring it. It was the jockstrap I had been using every single important meets. This was the right time for it to be used. It was this peace mark on the front. I had felt like I was bearing the burden of the world goodwill on me when I wore it.
Anyway, I opened the bag all the way up, as a matter of course I could not find one; I was not David Copperfield at all. I did not have any skill to take pigeons out from a box or cut a girl with a chainsaw and put it back together after that. Anyway, I was speechless, even I did not care I was in pervert look, without underwear and all. It was nine minutes before the final. I wonder what would happen if I showed up in public without jockstrap and fought. I did not want to picture myself without jockstrap even I could win. It is disgusting to see somebody wear a fighting suit without a jockstrap. All of a sudden then, this guy who just finished his final, he lost it, he was on lighter class 40 some kg, I suppose. He found me in a trouble. He did not say anything, just was looking at me. He took off his suits, and then he suddenly stripped his jockstrap out off his fork and handed it to me. We were not too close friends, because everybody said the guy was too feminine. That time I was ashamed that I thought that way. I put on his jockstrap without any word. When I was go to the meeting place, I just whispered,
“Thanks,”
I surely won the final. That moment was one of my splendid times in my life. But the next day, this rumor that I shared a jockstrap with the feminine guy every time was spread out. Of course only my old friend could know it at the locker room. The rest of my high school from then, maybe a half year, they called us “Jockstraps”

My old friend and I were sitting on chairs at a Starbucks with too much bitter coffee. I prepared that he would start off talking about my most regrettable memory. But instead he asked me if I had heard from the feminine guy. I felt oddness that something was coming off. He started telling me that he was jealous of me about using the feminine guy’s jockstrap. To make long, long story short, he crushed into the feminine guy. He gossiped that disgusting rumor from his jealousy.
I told him I had not heard from the feminine guy for years, but I knew where he lived. I gave him an address of the feminine guy. My old friend could not help showing his joy. If there is a perfect joyful smile, I can say his smile was that.
After I parted from my old friend, I felt like I was wearing my old jockstrap which got peace mark on it. I delivered one kind of goodwill that night.

Oh KIDS Are Smart

From today, for a while I start working from afternoon to till finish. I would rather work earlier like from 6:30 am to 3, 4 pm it is better.

Our company doesn’t have enough workers as I wrote before. It has been three years for this company. But we have only around 10 people and some temporary workers. Isn’t the three years enough to grow? I really wonder why they could not grow much.

Anyway, one of Starbucks is right next our café; and every break time I go there to have coffee. I used to drink coffee a lot. I usually make coffee myself. Seemingly, to make coffee is way easier than make tea or Mattcha drink. I am on the side of café and now I really doubt the cleanliness of any café. I don’t say our café’s kitchen is filthy or nasty. It is sort of to tell the truth, but not Kamiya-cho one. In stead of being dirty, Kamiya-cho’s café does not have even one stove. We use rice cooker to boil water…what? I gazed for a minute when I saw 4 of rice cookers were in a row on a shelf. It is sort of nice view. We can use them for making rice as well, of course. The reason that we can not use stove, fire or anything is because of the building that does not allow us for safety. But if you let me point one thing out, I think, above all, using stove is necessary for kitchen.

I finished reading the second book of “A series of unfortunate events” Second book was really nice and funny too.

“Your left ankle, please,” he said sternly to Stephano.
“But you’ve been coughing into that all day!” Stephano said. “It has germs!”
“If you are really who the children say you are,” Mr. Poe said, “then germs are the least of your problems. Your left ankle please.”

You may not understand what I wrote about. If you do, you are a lucky one. It meant you had chance to run into these book. I really want to buy next one. You can not imagine how I am interested in that series of book. Anyway, if I were those children’s place I would commit suicide or, I just could not solve those stupid predicaments. In those books anyone except those siblings are great stupid.

Days off three days in a row, not for me...

I am really about to finish the second book of “A series of unfortunate events” It wont take me even one week, even this book is for infant. This book has some kind of stupid happenings, you will see when you read it; on the other hand it explains about the bond of the siblings. Yet when you read those books closely, you should find many stupid in adults. In those books adults are much stupider than the siblings. That makes me, kind of adult, frustrated. I have only thirty pages to go, I have to read slower, otherwise… I have to go to Shinjuku to buy the third one.

Kamiya-cho again

I am so tired in these days for any good reason. I can not think of any. Might be I am just not settled down yet. Two weeks have already pasted but not yet. I don’t know when I can. But I am sure, if I were as a temporary worker, who has not too big responsibility for job, I was doing not to bad for myself. But the crude thing is they, managers require us, new faces, to do everything. The other guy, who is new face too, according to him, he is working in very good circumstances. His co-workers are nice, he says. I guess his co-workers are his age. My co-workers…may be they have some kids.

So, from today I have to go back to Kamiya-cho. I will be there right in the middle of busiest time of days. 12 o’clock. Last week I did opening part, and then this week I got to close part. Which I like is…maybe closing is better. Because in the morning we are so busy, unnecessary busy. But after 4 or 5 o’clock, Kamiya-cho is getting silent, not only our café; the whole town is getting off. I will see tonight it

Anyway this is certain, that the café is not as lively as Harajuku.

In Harajuku

It is funny to feel fun as I worked. In these days I could not feel any fun from my job after I transferred to the other cafe in Kamiya-cho. I worked today at Harajuku where I started working. Harajuku’s one does not have enough workers so I helped them today. It was supposed to be my one of those my days off. But it is okay to work where I can feel fun even on originally day off. In the first place, the manager is better. The manger in Harajuku thinks well about his work and how he can do efficiently and all. I do not say the manger in Kamiya-cho is bad, she is doing well for herself. There are some predicaments for her to solve. For one thing workers working there are older than her, the Kamiya-cho manager; besides they knew already what they should do at work. But the thing is, they, workers don’t know what the service is. It is really big problem. They don’t know they represent our company when they serve customers. They really don’t know. But it is not all their fault, it is company’s fault. The company I work has good method of educating workers and all that stuff. But not too many managers or someone who are upper class don’t follow it. They probably think to follow a manual is not too good, make inapplicable people. But come to think of it, is breathing, we do as usual, just a stupid manual method that reduces our efficiency? I sound maybe crazy. To make sure I am comparing Breathing to the company manual. We can not live without breathing eh? I don’t say any farther, though.

Anyhow today was really good day for me. In the second place I could bike there. It is so cool. I loathe taking train everyday to get to dim place to work. In the third place, I like workers who are at Harajuku. They are absolutely friendly, they are young but they are responsible for their work. You should come if you can come to Harajuku, KOOTS GREEN TEA. You may see some good workers and me being upset making drinks. I will be there till Wednesday.

Hahaha

Today’s work was not as bad as yesterday was. Today I was observing co-workers trying to see what co-worker think. And I perfectly noticed about them, at least this thing. I have 6 or 7 co-workers (I have not met all of them) and they don’t care each other. Make it easy, they think about only their jobs. It does not matter where the others are from or doing. They just like gossips and talking practically everybody behind. I am pretty sure they are speaking ill of people including me, usually they don’t talk; when they talk they gossip without exception. It is so weird. What made the café worse was light. The inside is so gloomy. Some people say it is good to take a break, but not for working all day. My manager said this café was built wrong.

Now you should know about my manager too. She is 23 years old, and most of time she is really diligent in working. But sometimes she does really impolite things. For instance, today, there was a kid crying so hard. She said “Shut up stupid kid.” I was amazed by she said. In my opinion one who works for a café has to be very nice all the time, even people are complaining to the one. I told her that she should not have said it, but she tried to digress. She knew she was bad then.

Anyway if you live in Tokyo or somewhere around here, you should come to check this out. This café it looks okay, but inside is so messed up. Hahaha but here is good place to learn people for sure. I am glad about it.

I hope many people read this blog, no matter who is hahahaha

I hate to tell

I am beginning to hate where I work now. Practically there is no matter which I can start liking that café. Co-workers are sucks, and the atmosphere of the café is way too calm. If you step into the café, you will feel something of a blank wall stands on your way to the casher; and you will see people hanging around there are having a meeting or taking a break for charging power for the next heap. Anyway, if I were a customer, I would not want to come to sit in a chair in the café. For one thing, I am not the type that can be calm to sit like that place.

Anyhow, the zeal for my work is getting lower pretty fast. Now I am not interested in this company much. When I was working in Harajuku, that was fun and I loved it. Because, co-workers were really diligent and friendly besides customers are various. You hardly get bored when you work or come to as a customer.

I don’t have anybody I can talk it over, and believe nobody reads my weblog. I have to take all complains out of me. I see exactly why, the atmosphere is so terrible is because, the principle of the café is mixed up. That is the very first café, and then our president made our café for upper people. I know that kind of café is supposed to be, but that is not what I like. I maybe a selfish, but do you blame somebody who does not like milk? That is the same thing. Besides who wants to drink lousy milk, it compares to co-workers. Co-workers are absolutely zero-friendly at all. I have not seen like them. They just don’t care about anybody. They are just focusing themselves. How bad it is. Nobody, asks me about me, and it is okay. The problem is, they don’t want to tell themselves, when I asked. They just don’t want to communicate with me or with anybody. They just think to finish their job well. I saw the old Japanese way. What makes the café even worse is, the manager. She is better than rest of them but she is not the type can manage well. She said she did not have lots of interesting toward this job and would quit not too far in the future.

Anyway, I have to count on myself and protect myself by myself.

Geez, finally my blog is like a blog.

Oh!! Orphans...

Just now I finished reading the first book of “A series of unfortunate events” It was a crazy book. It took me to read only a few days exactly. I bought it some weeks ago. But I did not have time much to be done reading. Just after I started commuting to new place, I had plenty of time during in a train. So on the way and on the way back, I was reading that book very concentrated. This book is not just about funny, though it was so funny. But I sometimes got disgust by people, especially adults, who are in the book. It does not matter bad guys or nice guys, in the book; they are just stupid as horrible. You take this woman who is a judge. She was included bad guy’s plot without noticing, and after she discovered the evil guy’s plot, she just kept saying the way the evil guy took was right under the law. I hope it makes sense to you, but I know it does not make sense to you. You can tell what I mean when you read that book.

Anyway, I have already bought the second book today, before I finished reading the first one. I knew I could not help but finish tonight, even I was really sleepy from work. Oh my goodness, I can not wait to read it. What made me glad is a thing I saw eleven series of books of “A series of unfortunate events”

As far as you can read English, you should read them before you will be in soil as a dead body.

about...

I went to bed 1 am and got up around 5 am. I got to at my work by 6:15. I was almost about to fall asleep on a train this morning. I did not have to wake up so early, but I was not sure how long would train take. After, I got there; of course I had to work hard among who I was not too close. Where I work is almost center of Japan in Politics, so there are lots of upper people. I am not fond of that kind of atmosphere. I can’t say “thank you” or “welcome” loudly as I did in Harajuku. It is so sucks. There are some good people, and some conceited. You can tell when you see. Furthermore, our tea café is really nice, you can relax. But I am not too crazy about that kind of relaxation. I prefer busy to that. Practically our café is busy from 11 am to 1 pm. But that is it. After that we are free to wondering around in our mind.

You can feel really cozy when you come to, but on the other hand it is really uncomfortable for me. But for sure it is way better than Starbucks.

There is something important to me

I only worked 11 hours today. It was lucky, though. I was sure that I had to work least 13 hours. My new manager set me free around 8 pm. Instead I have to be at my work 6:30. To get there I have to wake up 4:30. And now it is 21:40. Ops, I do not have much time. But I am lively now. I am really glad that I did not choose to work as a temporary worker somewhere. It maybe fun, because I would be able to have lots of free time and do anything I want. But I am pretty sure, if I was like that I would regret why I did not notice what the important was. People think, to have own time and have fun is the most important to stay healthy. My opinion is different, the most important is for human is to be treat as one is important. Do you know what I mean? One wants people to thing one is important, then the can thing one is important. I would rather need to be though I am important than carry out something I myself thing important. There is some difference, and that is critical difference.

Today was Sep 11th

I want to go to bed, but I have to wait till the laundry finished. I got to shove clothing into dryer in order to use these for tomorrow.

I got back to my house around 2 am and I have to be at a new place to work till 12 pm, but I want to be there till 8 or at least 9, so I have to be sleeping right now. What a slow that laundry is…

I hope I can work a lot tomorrow. I get pay by the month, so it does not matter for my wage how much I work. At least I have to thank that I can work. There are lots of people who can not work. Maybe you want to quit your job, but when you imagine that you are unemployment or impossible to work for paralyzed or something, you really want to work then. I bet million dollars. Even if I am pre-occupied with work; but I am happy because I know worse.

As an Inchworm

Like an inchworm, people who bend and straighten over and over can go farther. When they shrink their body, it seems they just back, but it is actually the pre-movement to for stretching out and progress. How does a solid stick can move? They may stay right where they are.

Today

Now I see the next destination. Where I go? I will go to Kamiya-cho where lots of business people are. That Tea stand is the very first stand of our company. Should I say “historic”? Anyhow, I will be working there from next week, Monday, correctly. I really liked Harajuku’s one, though. I guess I will find new trait there. I am not sure if I will be super busy or not. I guess I will be…that’s fine. It is better than being unemployment.　

Today, I got the café around 7 am. But I forgot that Saturday and Sunday are to start from 9…I just had to show up around 8:30. I was silly; I slept well in front of the café. My co-worker woke me up. I was really sleepy, an hour before that I was wide awake. I made some mistake that were not crucial at all. So, I was lucky.

What I was lucky about were the co-workers who I worked today. They were really nice side. Of course some co-workers are not so nice, even mean; but most of them are really nice. Is that just because most people are upper education? They, who are nice, are student of one those excellent schools. Hrm I don’t distinguish people with which school graduated or anything. But the meantime, people who have had higher education are practically sophisticated. About my school? You can blow it out if you want.

Some famous people are my neighber

Yo!! Fortunately, I did not work this morning. I would, though. I didn’t. I woke up around 6 and was ready to go. But suddenly this idea popped up on my mind that I had better make my living place comfortable. My room was sort of messy, but was not too much. I didn’t much time to make a mess, anyways. I decided to go to get hair cut. I can not believe why these barbers cost a lot. In the U.S., I didn’t go to barber much. My friend could cut hair, I could too. Practically I was very good at it. I was good at cutting in one type of hair cut. Hahaha it is very limited.

This afternoon, I was in the Tea stand I work for. I even didn’t have to show up at all. But I did was because, I have been dreaming about my job recently. I made me feel that I had to go to work all the time. In one of those dreams, my old friend from University appeared. He came to where I worked by accident. We were really surprised and said long time no see or something. And the next dream, I was in Kamiya-cho stand and serving people. But the thing is that was not a tea stand at all. It was like a night club. There are lots of mafias and I said “Wah!! A lot of mafias!!” in spite of my self. My manager seize my shirt back and told me not to say it in front of them. Then I woke up, so, that is why I went to work today. Does it make sense to you?

What I did today? I just stand in front of the stand to explain about our café to customers who did not know about us at all. It is just about fun. Not too many people know about us, so we have to try to show what we are and all that kind of stuff.

Then I got off the work around 3:30 and went to a restaurant in Harajuku, where I work, with my friend. We talked about our job and café and what was bad about our café.

Then I bike back to my house. It was nice day for this week.

Be a PRO

I was worrying if I could get up till 5:30 in order to get going to work. Actually what I had to be was till 7:30. But I was supposed to study how to operate casher and some kind of stuff. I went to be last night, around 1 am…this morning we can say. And I got up 5:30. My colleague, who started working as I started, always said to me that we did not have to work too hard. He says we have to take time to settle down to work practically. But my opinion is contrary to his. In my opinion we are supposed to acquire the right operation skill for customer. It is sure that we new still cannot do carry out proper operation. But before customers, as for customers it does not matter at all if we are new or not. We have to give right service for money they paid. We always have to professional soul at least during own work. As for me I figure I still don’t much experiences to satisfy my customers, so I do work as much my body allow me to as I can. Make sense?

I dare say that many people don’t care about their own job. No responsibility for work and all I mean. But after some decade there are lots of differences between who has responsibility is and who is not.

Anyway, today I had to stand at the casher all this afternoon. Till yesterday, I did not know how to use casher and how to deal with customer properly, but now. Though, my way is still immature, but it is obvious that it is better than before. But I sometimes hate what I am saying to customers. I mean I say almost same thing to them. It is boring to listen. For customers’ part, it is not any problem, because when they come again they might forget what I said. But I won’t; I tried to devise how to talk to them and all. There is right word for each customer that I can say. It is hard, though. I guess we can when we think as customer does. I have to put my thought in the customer side. Always I should think what I want clerk to do for me, if I am a customer.

Anyway, I can bike to work if it is not rain. Only 5 minutes to get there for me. But I will have to change the place I work. My next Tea Stand is in Kamiya-cho where many business persons are. I work for one week and then I got to go another stand, maybe in Roppongi. I think I cannot get there by bike there.

cut

i got cut my hand

I got to sleep, though.

Hey, today was the third day of my work. I am kind of exhausted, and now you know it is 2 o’clock in the morning of September 3… I got to go to sleep, but I did not want to.

I want to write about something I recognized today. I think I have written about it already, and I kept saying about it for long time. But today, I could have a chance to think deeply.

What I want to is a human’s instinct. I have worked with many workers, around 15 at my work. They are mostly part timer. I knew most of them now. I have talked them today a lot. They are really nice girls (Most workers are girls). I talked with about them, I did not tell about me even one time. But we had really good time, I really enjoyed. And they did not even ask what I was before, where I worked and did and all. They kept talking about them. One of them is doing windsurfing, it is really cool, and I kept asking and asking her about it. We had really nice time. If I tried to talk about myself, maybe we could not have good time.

People are interested in themselves. Hahaha it is true and I like it that people like themselves. I don’t think it does make sense to anyone. Just because it is 2 am, my brain is shutting down.

Hrm…now I got real sleepy… I will go to bed. Thank you for reading this stupid blog.