No Job, No Apartment.
Day 11

Tokyo or Bust. By Bus. Again.

Sunday, February 2 was my last day with no job. The week before I went to Tokyo (by night bus) again to sign a contract for a job with a clever young English Conversation School of the Ekimae variety.

Once again I'll be rejoining the ranks of the working. Just two weeks shy of my first chance to collect unemployment, dammit. Not that I really wanted to go on the welfare/dole just yet, but then my former employer would have had to pay for it. And that would have been nice.

So I repacked all my remaining stuff, waited for the shipping company for twice as long as they said I'd have to, and said my last goodbyes to Fukui. As it was snowing, it was all very dramatic and moody. Because I don't have a hatbox, I wound up having to wear my fedora, which made it even more cinematic-looking.

All things considered, it was a pretty decent finish to my time in Fukui. I had a couple of goodbye parties. I ate good food to the end. I was sorry, and not desperate and angry, to go. And there were actually a couple of females who were sort of sad to see me leave.

Yep, this was much better than the way I left LA.

Then I came down with a virus or something on the night bus, and spent the night sneezing, nauseous, feverish and unable to sleep. Which was convenient, since the bus arrived in Tokyo at 6:00 AM, and I had to get into my suit to start training at 9:00. And I know I wouldn't want to be groggy from sleeping too much on my first day on the job.

So I'm living in the suburbs of Tokyo now. Which means this page needs a new name. My heart may have stayed in Fukui, but I'm gonna be fouling things up somewhere else for a while.

Any suggestions?