I went on the strangest job interview. I had to take 2 tests on MS Office, write a business letter, take a math test, and weirdest of all, I had to do a role-play where I was to find a specific kind of pencil for the interviewer. I was made to tell him how I would do it, all the while he would respond with, "okay, you call the company, that takes 10 minutes, they tell you they don't sell them, now what do you do?". Afterwards he adds up all the time, and asks me how I think I did, tells me I have terrible time management skills, and that I have probably never managed people before. I appreciate his unorthodox style, but that doesn't make him any less of a jackass.

Plus, I get this a lot; the first thing he says is, "Well you are pretty young and inexperienced, but that doesn't count you out." Now, he doesn't know how old I am, so I tell him, "Well, I'm 39 actually, I'm happy that still counts as young, also I have been in retail since I was in my early 20's." Not that I'm Norman Greenspan here (sorry, best analogy I could think of), but don't just look at me and judge me.

I never judge people who seem younger than me as being naive. I mean, I hear things that make me cringe sometimes, but that's because I've said some very corny, pretentious things in my day, and can relate.

By older people, I still get mistaken for late 20's, and the funny thing is, my young Japanese students always told me what the "young" generation was doing now, leaving me kind of bummed that apparently I am not part of that subculture anymore(;_;)

Then the guy rambled on about how I should "reflect" on the test, how important things in life are important, blah, blah. Free advice. You get what you pay for. Ironically, they called me back to get my salary requirements. I wonder if they will make me an offer. My crazy mind wants to get an offer, even though I don't want the job. Not that I want to turn them down, I just like being wanted. How needy is that.

Anyway, I told my Uncle about it. He and my Aunt are being so cool and patient, as I live here, eat there food, use their internet for blog posting. I am so grateful for them. I want to get out of their hair as soon as I can.

So much is going on.

I am preparing for the 2kyuu of the JLPT, which is less than one month away. I am nervous about it, my reading still leaves much to be desired. I finished cramming all the 1000 kanji, now I am focusing on the vocab and reading and grammar. My school didn't focus on JLPT prep, so there are lots of holes in my vocabulary.

I had a part time job lined up which, even though I had misgivings about the temperament of my boss, I took. Well, after about a month, I had to bow out. That was yesterday, so today I got my resume together, and walked around Chicago, mumbling and thinking.

I can't let that get in the way of my studies, but looking for a job not only sucks, but it's hard work. I need something part-time, and I prefer earning "more" than "less", but I am torn between looking for more of an IT related job (more money) or a retail job (less responsibility) . A job at a bookstore sounds nice. I would go to a Japanese restaurant, but most are run by Koreans here in Chicago, so my Japanese would be of little or no use. I thought about Starbucks, but man, everybody orders all those f-----g complicated drinks, I don't want to memorize that menu. I don't drink anymore, so bartending is out. I know I have lots of options, it's just knowing which route to go. And being a little patient.

Anyway, life is ok. I am still safe in my Uncle's apartment, have a little money in the bank, and am getting registered for classes soon. I have a good woman waiting for me in Japan, and good friends and family. I shall not forget to be grateful.

I'm working my part time job, getting ready for school, and studying lots of Japanese. That's about all I have time for. I haven't been too social, meeting friends for an hour or so here and there. My sleep schedule is still a little screwy, but I get up at about 6:30 so I can be ready to skype with my girlfriend at seven-thirty.

I miss her. The last 3 months I was in Japan, I lived really close to her, so we would take the same crowded morning train into Tokyo. We couldn't really talk, but we were next to each other, holding hands every morning for 30 minutes. The last few weeks, that time became sacred to me, I used to frantically ride my bike to the station to make that 7:26 Express. Now we can talk, but we are miles apart. さみしいなあ。

I have visited friends, started enrolling in class, walked around a lot, caught a cold. I went to North Carolina to visit family and meet my brother's new wife's family. Today I start work. I called a cell phone shop in Mitsuwa, the Japanese market outside of Chicago, and they said they can sell me a phone that has Japanese text ability. If it's not too expensive I want that, so I can tell my girlfriend, 愛してるよ。

Japan's sunrise seems much earlier. It used to wake me up at 5:00 every morning, until I started wearing a mask. Here in Chicago, it's 6:30 and the sun is coming up now. I woke up at 6:00 and it was still dark, it felt like 4:00 am.

I still spend a lot of time studying and reading Japanese, but haven't spoken much at all. I have to fix that soon.

If you walk around Chicago for a day, you will have 2 pleasant experiences with strangers and 2 unpleasant experiences. Homeless people (who seem friendly at first, but really just want your money) are neutral, they don't count for either. You will have 5 experiences like this per day.

My last days in Japan were busy ones. I flew home the day after graduation, so I spent a few hours eating and saying goodbye to classmates, then went home to pack. Saying goodbye to my girl was hard, but Skype makes parting a lot less sorrowful. Other final memories include:

The last morning, watching to yakuza (the boss, about 50 and his underling, late 20's, no front uppers) playing rock-paper-scissors, and the winner thumping the loser hard on the forehead. They went at it for a few minutes, and enjoyed me watching. I almost asked to take part, but if I won, I wasn't about to thump a kumichou.

Also, as I was getting dressed on my departure date, and my girlfriend watched me put on my antiperspirant.  She grabbed the spray can and started laughing. Apparently, the past 3 months, I had been spraying hair spray under my arms. No wonder it seemed like the stuff wasn't very effective.

Ahh, Just when you seem like you are entering the land of the bilingual, you realize you are just a bozo with very manageable armpit hair.

I will be back. I will study my ass off, and be fluent in Japanese, and pass the 1kyuu, and move back.

The future is so much more interesting when I think a few days ahead, rather than years ahead. The future seems like a big swirling mass of randomness. Like the ocean. When I was a kid I loved getting in the middle of a wave and letting it carry me. I can point myself in a direction and hope for the best, but I am at it's mercy.

I bought my train ticket to Narita airport yesterday, and tonight I will start to pack. Holy crap.

I thought of Old Town in Chicago, and got excited about walking around there. Not sure why, I never spent much time there. It's strange coming from Tokyo to Chicago. I used to think Chicago was a big city. And Tokyo trains run on time. But the burritos and pizza are in Chicago.

Today is my last Kanji test, I think I might blow it. This term went a little quick for me.

I mean the change in my change basket. Aside from that, everything else is changing tremendously. But that's not what I wanted to talk about.

If you are learning Japanese, you know how hard it is to improve your listening. Did you know that NHK has a website where you can listen to their daily Japanese broadcast, and select the speed of the playback? It's here. You can select slow, normal, or if you are a masochist, fast playback. It's a good way to train your ears to pick up all that crazy newscast vocabulary. Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean.

I glanced at the JLPT practice test I picked up. Out of 4 questions I answered, I got one right. Nice!

Today I get my haircut, and then I am going to have farewell 河豚 (fugu) with my girlfriends family. 6 days...

Before I came to Japan, I took 6 coffee cans full of change to the Coinstar at the local supermarket, and ended up with about $250.00. I, like many other men (I hear), accumulate loose change. At stores, I try and fumble in my pockets to give the cashier the extra .02, but there is something embarrassing to me about digging around my pants while I am being watched, so I usually give up after about three seconds.

Things have changed however (no pun intended). My girlfriend bought me a cool little change holder. Yes, it also can be called a change purse, but it's not like the ones that girls carry. It's not feminine looking. And I am actually using change. In fact, I think I can use up the change in my basket before I leave Japan.

Which is in 8 days.