Job Hunter
I wish this was an exaggeration. I really do. But the truth of the matter is I just hurled my resume across the pacific, a veritable paper airplane folded from jobless scratch, and the first person to reach up and grab it hired me.
They didn’t even give me a chance to tell them how awesome I am.
With standards like these I should’ve guessed what kind of people I’d be working with. Most kids who come to teach English here are infected with what Mark lovingly refers to as the “T-virus”. Basically, palish introverts who come to Japan to immerse themselves in Manga and Anime. Yes, they fly the several thousand miles to sit in front of the television, obnoxious English dubbing dutifully kept on. Most of them turn right back around in the first month and fly home. I can’t help but wonder if they actually expected to see the gargantuan doe eyes and electric yellow haircuts of their dreams. Disillusioned, the infected return to the shiny window of their home television sets and gaze longingly at a glossy Japan that never was.
Of course, not everyone is like this. I’ve started to meet the people who stick to the Totoro underbelly, hidden like foggy materia. They can only be discovered after the teeming crowds have filtered out of the temples and gardens. They show themselves for a brief instant to take a real look at the land of the rising sun . . .
But I’m saying too much as it is. Stick around. You’ll find out.
I finished The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao last night. What’s your Fuku?
-Christian
July 5th, 2008
Apologies. I leave for Hiroshima in about six hours and I have to prepare myself to get nice and depressed.
Post tomorrow.
-Christian
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