that remind me Tokyo isn't such a cold place after all. There is a French bakery I frequent when the Kaisha's got me down and I'm in need of a cheesy carb fix. I haven't been going so often as of late, but when I used to go all the time I started to notice how the girls working there would remember me, but not necessarily in a good way. They would give me these knowing smiles, like Oh whitie's back for more! And one of them was just a lazy ass who couldn't be bothered thanking me sometimes, which is practically unheard of here. Then today when Miss No-thank-you served me, she looked up and asked me if I'd cut my hair and commented on how nice it looked. Straight out of nowhere! From a girl I thought detested me and my cheesy carb habits. This kind of exchange also comes as a surprise to me in a place where there is usually no unnecessary chit chat between customers and clerks. Not even at Starfucks! Not even from the conbini clerk you see at least once every day. It's really these little moments that keep me from turning completely black inside.
In other news, we had another donut day at work this week. That's right, 1500 donuts all for our pie-hole pleasure. One of my co-workers and I scooted into the room that held the mountainous nuts of dough as soon as the announcement came round, and just as I was beginning to enjoy my little nugget of joy I heard girlish screams and exclamations and surprise surprise the secretaries had arrived. Is it possible for them to do anything in a vaguely adult and dignified way? All evidence points to the contrary. A few minutes in and it was like a school dance with the secretaries on one side of the room and the men (and myself) on the other. I finished my donut and promptly got out of there, spurred on by the spectacle of the secretaries all putting on Santa hats and taking a video. And before you ask, no I have absolutely no fucking clue as to why they would put on Santa hats while eating donuts in October. The icing on my donut was when walking down the hall later, I passed a secretary station just in time to hear one of them say to the other two, "there were gaijin eating donuts".
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"That's right, 1500 donuts all for our pie-hole pleasure."
I love this line. Lovelovelove it.
I just started reading your blog recently (I find a lot of spare time on my hands lately, and was conducting research on host clubs in Japan when I stumbled across your page) starting from the very beginning, and it's been very enjoyable so far. Hopefully I find something better to do before I work my way through all three years of your life there (so far), but lines like "there were gaijin eating donuts" make me think maybe that wouldn't be so bad XD.
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