What a title. And what a song. Today’s post title is a shout out to Airwave, song title above. It really is a relaxing song, rather nice. I think that group/fellow has been making electronic-style music for some time. Since he was a young’n.
But, let’s bring the story back to the point. I did not post yesterday. No, I’m not in the habit of chastising myself for it. Nor publicly, nor infront of you. It’s just fine. Yesterday however, I have news!
Haha. I was supposed to get internet at home. I have been living at home without internet for the duration of my time here abroad. I have been able to access the net while at work. That is considering I arrive early before the bell tolls, or stay late well after I am allotted a ‘get home, go home’ slot. I have been able to use internet only at work if I come early or stay late.
Now that’s all good and fine, mind you. But who wants to sit there browsing yout ube checking out some nostalgic tracks while your coworker in the public health department is plugging away paperwork and case files right next to you?
It doesn’t really jive, does it?
But yesterday evening I had a crew of employee near-friends come over and try to hook up my modem to phone line, to computer. And, well, after nearly two and a half hours, and me having to entertain the latter part of their party -a third friend, we came to naught. No internet. My store of o-sembei and premium (favourite) tea were nearly out of stock and so was my hope on getting internet.
With a few apologies the bunch left and insisted we try again tomorrow. As I sit here and stare at my monitor -at work- I wonder if it will ever happen. I think that I am experiencing that bland, stale, faced-with-a wall or hurdle feeling one has when aiming to establish him/herself in a new culture. Waiting for things to churn along. Namely me getting internet and a proper phone contract set up.
About the phone, I have been driven up on three times by a next door neighbor four towns south to the phone shop to attempt at getting a contract set up. Because as I have been on pre-paid phone usage, if I actually want to call someone I can talk for maybe thirty minutes.. and then I have to spout out another thirty-some dollars for another phone card. You can imagine frusterations, or just bitter resentment at the whole kebable.
But no. Things are bright and clear enough on the inside. On the inside of me. I have, after a brief shopping trip this weekend, acquired a new set of curtains that put a stop on the cold that has been known to creep under my living space windows, and I have a new blanket to nap with on my peep-sized couch. The couch is more like a sample-sized thing someone would give you at say, a furniture party. But it works! And the naps are divine.
SO.
Before you go pointing fingers and nit-picking me for not exciting you with some new jive and jazz about life here, or if you get gritty and wonder why I don’t post on time.. well, it’s because, ‘this ain’t a holiday, Jimmy. This is the world as we know it.’ Work is life, and life is work.
Believe you me, I need no trust fund or donation box to get me through this. But thanks for the thought. In the end, after all the faults and flakes have settled this will all be a right-silly story on which to reflect.
And with that I hope you rightly enjoyed your cereal this morning. My breakfast was toast with katsu-sauce and mayonnaise. Just SO good for the soul. ; )
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