we are gears

Why I write journals, it ends up complaining? Today, what made me furious was, when my one of my superior said that I did not send a paper, which is really important, to a doctor. One of my co-worker got a phone call from the hospital and reported it to the superior. He, the superior, asked me to come with him out of the room. Two of us; we were facing on chairs. I did not know what he was going to say, but I was absolutely sure he was going to say something about my bad work or something.
“This is the third time you made this mistake. And we probably can not accept you to deal with the job, faxing charts to doctors, so I warn you.” said him. I implied that I would be fired. I was thinking if I made the mistake. But if he said so, it happened, no matter whether it actually “happened”. We came into the office, then they started talking about me with this super whisper. One woman, who I think really having her own way, said “I thought he would make that mistake again.”
“I can hear you, old fart,” was my reply. But it only in my mind. What I was doing then was, faxing something else. Suddenly I thought the fax might record all the record. I checked immediately, I found the evidence that I faxed. Probably, the doctor or nurses or some one like ape just shredded or took it for thin banana. Anyway, it happens; no problem. I showed it to the superior; he started telling rest of the people about it, it’s only 2 other people there anyways. What I thought was, okay if you want to fire, you fire me, no problem. I will prepare for it, so now I will start pre-job hunting.
One of my co-workers is sore at all the people too, due to their unfriendly way. For instance, today one superior said that my hand writing is extremely bad. That’s true. When I take down something only for me, it’s not too good. I got to admit it. But then she was talking about delivery orders which you use when you want to ship something. She was saying that my hand writing on those papers were bad. But when she had chance to see it? Besides I took time to write every single time to make it look better. She probably just heard from somebody that my hand writing was bad or something. She never actually saw it.
We only got 6 people total. But they never communicate well. They are indifferent to each other. Cool; this is why you all have trouble with one another.
Anyway, no kidding, I do start another job hunting. And to my joy, I never feel sorry for leaving so quickly, because they probably just won’t care. What they think is like “Okay, find a replacement.”

It’s been a while I did not write. Today, I suddenly consider a month was almost pasted since I started working at that office. I guess the new workplace was not too bad, not to say good. I had to be through really hard time in my previous work. So, it’s maybe my sensation was numbness and just felt this job was better. Isn’t this job bad, actually? Well I don’t know. My worry is computer work makes my eyes sore.

I was checking schools after I got home. I went to have a counsel with an agency. I paid 10,000 yen for that. I am not sure it was worth the cost. Anyway at least I got some schools information. I kept browsing those schools on the web. Don’t know which is good. At least I have to choose cheaper school. I can not prepare lots of dough for it. My parents are still opposing me going to school.

I found myself did not post for a week. I happened to know that I did not for this long when I saw my friend’s blog. I thought “Oh I did not post for probably 2,3 days” NO, it was a week. I don’t want to repeat “Time flies” a worn out word. Ever since I stared studying English, I must hear somebody say this once a month. Great. I know that don’t say that.

Anyway, what I should talk about? Well I must write about my work place. I probably wrote about it last time, composed by 6 people or something—I am not going to read again, though. Anyway, this Monday, I was dead; or as good as dead. I got a cold from sleeping on a floor without a blanket. I thought the summer already surrounded me, but the night took it away during the world was covered stars—actually in Tokyo you hardly see stars, anyway—and gave me really cold. It the chilly attacked me before I went asleep, I would not get a cold. It was not protection if it came after me after midnight. I woke up at —wait was I supposed to write about my work place, hold on a sec—4 am right away knew I got cold. I am not the type that believes the cold comes from cold. I mean a cold is a germ, that’s all. But the thing was, one girl—even though she is not that young—came down with a cold, spreading it. Okay now I change my opinion cold help a cold. Make sense?

Anyway I really digressed. Back to about my work place. THEY HARLDY TALK. Is that just because they are Japanese? If I want, don’t make any mistake, don’t have any question, I do not have to open mouth for 3 hours straight. Other 5 people are sitting right near by me. I can get to the furthest man with 6 steps. 6 steps of distance can make 3 hours of isolation. Hahaha Besides, I bet for 10 bucks they never worked at a restaurant or somewhere they had to talk with “Customer”. Every time when I hear they talk with somebody on a phone, find their rudeness. The first it was really annoying me because my previous job was at café. Although the café was extremely bad, I learned had to take well care of customers. Contrary to it, our current co-worker was really rude, so rude that I can laugh at their ways of talking. I feel sorry for the customers—they are doctors—but at the same time it makes me giggle. Someday I should imply my colleague about what the serves is. However it must seem impossible for no talking.

But I am not complaining that no body talks, on the contrary, it is better to me than people talks too much.