It may shock you, dear Reader, to know you aren’t exactly fighting off droves of traffic to arrive here. Actually, if you’ve taken a look at the tagline in the banner image above, it won’t come as a shock at all.
Given that I engage mainly in tossing vitriolic sand out onto the vast beaches of the internets, I’m frankly shocked to have gotten even a tenth of the tens of readers I have. Some of you I’ve met in person; most of you I haven’t. Nevertheless, I’ve received comments and more than a few e-mails expressing well-wishes regarding my job, which will apparently be committing suicide within the next few months. To everyone who’s written, thank you. You’ll be happy to know I spent the weekend in a state of concerted non-sobriety, brushing up my resume, 履歴書 and 職務経歴書 (ugh, there’s a topic for another blog entry) and spamming potential employers with it. And signing up for job fairs. We shall see what results.
In the interim, please excuse any slowdown in posting. Making sure my arse has a job to fall back on before it is de-job-ified is something of a priority right now.
Anyway, as a way of saying thanks, here’s a small, grainy picture of yours truly. Sorry, no grinning face and no peace signs — this is about as personal as it gets.
Good lord. The crash diet I went on after giving myself a pooch from not being able to work out the past couple months has made me into a skinny little bugger. Just call me The Machinist.
On a rather satisfying 25-minute walk around the company ‘hood just now, I passed by a house (it’s a strange mix of office and residential structures here) with a window pane above the door at just the right height for my lanky foreign ass to peer in.
Within this house, and hanging from adjacent walls, were a Persian rug and a fucking battleaxe.
This country is weird.
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