Fired

So I just let Joji, my helper, go. I don’t think I’ve ever had to fire someone before. In the States, we either moved or my help ran away. Wait, there was that one Russian woman I fired for not being able to stop talking and texting while driving. Every time I called, I could hear the traffic in the background, or I would text and get a reply when I knew she was driving. Entrapment? Maybe, I don’t care. Nobody talks while driving my baby. Anyhow, I waited until Joji was getting ready to leave and then I started in with the, “Joji, can we talk? You know I think you are a lovely person… but-”. I feel badly for blind-siding her. I just kept thinking about that movie where George Clooney fires everyone: Up in the Air. I was also fresh from watching Moneyball with Brad Pitt and he has a scene where he teaches someone how to fire people. It is not easy. It’s no fun being abandoned a week before all your relatives come to stay for the holidays either, but between the 2 situations, I think I’d choose being abandoned. It’s easier to feel mad than sad. So this Saturday and Sunday, I am interviewing 2 new ladies. The first lady’s name is Mercy. Lord, I hope to get some.

What are we eating in Tokyo?

Well, here is part of the menu from a restaurant we decided to try the other night. Being a graduate from the University of South Carolina (USC) I know about Gamecocks, but I also assume some game has cock. Which is it? Surprisingly, no one was in the mood for turtle organs.

Furs

I have addressed Tokyo fashion in a previous blog, but those were warmer times. Given all the fur on people’s bodies in the city and the creative culinary use of animal parts, I’m thinking PETA is still just bread here in Japan. You’ve also heard me talking about all the “fancy men” of Tokyo. In Atlanta, the only people I ever caught wearing furs were rap stars and trophy wives (yay! trophy wives). In Tokyo, even the men appreciate a little fur next to their skin.

Floors

If you come to Japan, you will not be able to miss the interesting floor patterns. For a long time, I thought these weird floor tiles were just there as decorations or to annoy anyone wearing heels. Then, one day I saw a blind person tapping their walking stick and following the pattern. How cool is that? How ironic is that? It took a blind person to show me what that was.

Fast Boys

You’ve heard me talk about my assumption that there are no native English-speaking editors in Japan.

Maybe my mind is in the gutter too much, but I practically cracked my skull getting this photograph for you friends. The truck was stopped at a red light. I keep laughing thinking about the brainstorming meeting to decide on the name for the new company:

• What about Quick Boy?
• So good!
• I like it!
• Done!
• Let’s go practice our yo-yo…

Cliff has been in Hawaii since Tuesday on a Golf outing. He returns Sunday evening.

Chase is supposed to have baseball all weekend of course, but I am praying it rains like it is supposed to.

I was sent a note from Angela about a television casting call for ExPat wives living in Tokyo. She was encouraging me to throw my hat in the ring. Hmmm.

Until next time…