It's hot, humid, and just right to get dressed up in yukatas for a festival or little cruise around Tokyo bay. This is with my coworker Sarah (Canadian) who is sadly returning home next week.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Eleventh Hour
So, the 18th was my last day with Ye Ol' Eikaiwa, supposedly. Well it was the last day of my one year contract. But BossmanM--the old trainer/boss guy--just left the position and was replaced by a far more gregarious and likable guy, BossmanA. Well new Boss Guy A asked me to work one more week at a different school--basically substituting for an extra 7 days. I said OK, choosing money over freetime.
and then came the eleventh hour call:
Kori please don't leave Ye Ol' Eikaiwa. BossmanM was an idiot for letting you go. Your a good teacher. We want you to stay. We're offering you a promotion to substitute, with pay raise. Please...
and I thought about it. I considered how nice it would be to have management that appreciates my hard work. How nice it would be to have more money. How fun the challenges of sub teacher would be...
but then I thought about hours one the train a day and a job that eats all the day light.
and so I turned Ye Ol' Eikaiwa down, again. I finish on Friday. I start my new pre-school job on Monday. I'm excited and nervous. Mostly excited. I'm mostly moved. Well, all my stuff is here except my bike, which I still need to get across town (it was just too hot last weekend and I had a cold) and I need to get my stuff organized. It's a big tangle now, but will be better very soon.
and the new leaf begins.
and then came the eleventh hour call:
Kori please don't leave Ye Ol' Eikaiwa. BossmanM was an idiot for letting you go. Your a good teacher. We want you to stay. We're offering you a promotion to substitute, with pay raise. Please...
and I thought about it. I considered how nice it would be to have management that appreciates my hard work. How nice it would be to have more money. How fun the challenges of sub teacher would be...
but then I thought about hours one the train a day and a job that eats all the day light.
and so I turned Ye Ol' Eikaiwa down, again. I finish on Friday. I start my new pre-school job on Monday. I'm excited and nervous. Mostly excited. I'm mostly moved. Well, all my stuff is here except my bike, which I still need to get across town (it was just too hot last weekend and I had a cold) and I need to get my stuff organized. It's a big tangle now, but will be better very soon.
and the new leaf begins.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
home sweet....
sorry for the long silence. It's been busy since getting back from Hokkaido. Got back and next day straight to work and trying to get everything ready for the new teacher: Vash. Her schedule was a mess to sort out because, sure enough, they decided to get rid of my position at Kaihin Makuhari. Well, good riddance.
Then Tamara came and stayed with me for 10 days, which was a lot of fun. We did touristy stuff and hung out with my teacher friends, went to the beach, ect. She was super helpful in stopping me from paniccing and was great about helping me sort out the furniture for my new apartment.
when she left I had to kick my packing, classroom and apartment wise, up a notch. but all that is good and here I am: about to spend my first night in my new apartment. I don't have 100% of my stuff moved but I'll get the rest tomorrow and get the furniture sent soon.... and the new Tokyo chapter will begin.
here goes nothing.
Then Tamara came and stayed with me for 10 days, which was a lot of fun. We did touristy stuff and hung out with my teacher friends, went to the beach, ect. She was super helpful in stopping me from paniccing and was great about helping me sort out the furniture for my new apartment.
when she left I had to kick my packing, classroom and apartment wise, up a notch. but all that is good and here I am: about to spend my first night in my new apartment. I don't have 100% of my stuff moved but I'll get the rest tomorrow and get the furniture sent soon.... and the new Tokyo chapter will begin.
here goes nothing.
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