Ah yes, the boredom sets in
Man, if it weren't for the internet and some downloaded sitcoms I'd be dying right now.
It's pretty cool outside but not quite cold. The kind of temp that makes you stop and debate yourself about taking a coat with you...and whichever you choose is wrong. It pretty rainy but not quite raining. The kind of rainy that makes you debate taking an umbrella...OK, you can take it from here. Last but not least I am in a room the size of a cell. It has NO shelves or drawers so I am literally living out of my suitcase which takes up one third of the navigable floor.
The maids are, in fine Japanese fashion, completely rigid and impervious to change. Throw a bucket of change on them and it'll slide right off with ZERO effect. I was working when they came to the room. I told them just change the towels and dump the trash. Then we talked and gestured some. Then some more. Then a manager got involved. Then I wound up in the lobby, pissed off that the freakin' maid couldn't change the towels 8 feet away without me taking a field trip to the lobby. Then Einstien-san, the pretty but none too bright counter girl snapped off that I was not happy and escorted me back to the room so I could continue working. The Japanese are great...unless you deviate from their pre-set plan in any way.
And now, for the tour de farce. I have a pretty, comfortable looking, well padded chair that looks real inviting. A high back that wraps around. It's a good chair. But no-o-o-o-o, it couldn't be that simple. First off, for some reason that is completely and utterly incomprehensible to me, the back of the seat cushion sits higher than the front, subjecting your butt to a perilous incline. But that's not all. It is covered in a silk like fabric that is just slicker than Appalachian Intellectual snot. As soon as you sit down you start sliding off so you spend the entire night fighting gravity as you try to watch TV. Ahhh, relaxin'.......NOT!
I know, I know. W-a-a-a-a-ahhhh!! But still, does it have to be this hard?? Well, I have the internet and downloaded sitcoms, by golly. So I am stoked.
Sliding on, out
Travelin' (right out of the chair) Ed
It's pretty cool outside but not quite cold. The kind of temp that makes you stop and debate yourself about taking a coat with you...and whichever you choose is wrong. It pretty rainy but not quite raining. The kind of rainy that makes you debate taking an umbrella...OK, you can take it from here. Last but not least I am in a room the size of a cell. It has NO shelves or drawers so I am literally living out of my suitcase which takes up one third of the navigable floor.
The maids are, in fine Japanese fashion, completely rigid and impervious to change. Throw a bucket of change on them and it'll slide right off with ZERO effect. I was working when they came to the room. I told them just change the towels and dump the trash. Then we talked and gestured some. Then some more. Then a manager got involved. Then I wound up in the lobby, pissed off that the freakin' maid couldn't change the towels 8 feet away without me taking a field trip to the lobby. Then Einstien-san, the pretty but none too bright counter girl snapped off that I was not happy and escorted me back to the room so I could continue working. The Japanese are great...unless you deviate from their pre-set plan in any way.
And now, for the tour de farce. I have a pretty, comfortable looking, well padded chair that looks real inviting. A high back that wraps around. It's a good chair. But no-o-o-o-o, it couldn't be that simple. First off, for some reason that is completely and utterly incomprehensible to me, the back of the seat cushion sits higher than the front, subjecting your butt to a perilous incline. But that's not all. It is covered in a silk like fabric that is just slicker than Appalachian Intellectual snot. As soon as you sit down you start sliding off so you spend the entire night fighting gravity as you try to watch TV. Ahhh, relaxin'.......NOT!
I know, I know. W-a-a-a-a-ahhhh!! But still, does it have to be this hard?? Well, I have the internet and downloaded sitcoms, by golly. So I am stoked.
Sliding on, out
Travelin' (right out of the chair) Ed
That's what I'm about. Ramblin' Ed at 4:34 PM
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