So.
It's been 5 years since I've been to Japan.
Of the countries I've traveled where English is not a common language, Japan is by far my favorite. I ain't no Japanophile, but... dammit, there's one ecclectic group of psychos. I fit in quite well. 'specially with the, oh... more punkish elements.
Monday morning I checked, re-checked, and triple-checked my application information: resume, statement of purpose, handful of letters of recommendation, physical/medical forms, official application, ad nauseam. Told my boss I was heading out for an hour or so. Drove the 15.7 miles from my office to the Japanese Embassy. Realized parking on embassy row is neigh impossible 'round noontime. Re-thought my situation. Parked at the French embassy instead (an old colleague is head of the French Nat'l Police. Huzzah!). Hoofed it to Japanada from Frenchville. Handed in quite the hefty application packet for the Japanese Exchange Teaching (JET) Program.
There. Done. I have now officially applied as an Assistant Language Teacher for the 2010 school year. Unfortunately I will not hear back from the embassy 'til late December/early January. That's if I pass hurdle one. Then it's time for an interview. If I'm still in the game at that point, there's a barrage of physicals and background (ha!) checks. If I make it to that point, I ain't worried none. Been through far, far worse than any cursory investigation them puppies can throw my way.
Not that I ain't completely enamored with my leech of a soul-sucking job. Just, that.... well... fuck it.
I've already decided that, should the JET Program not accept my application (Boo. Hiss. Throw rocks), I'll try my hand at one of the language schools which're all over Japan. I just want to fake work for a year. Teaching English seems like som'n for which I'm well-suited.
I'm also like 8 feet tall, so it's like Godzilla whenever I'm anywhere traipsing 'round Asialand. Hilarious.
Happy Thanksgiving, to all my fellow Yanks.
Having a second coating of bloodred ink put on my final 13 upper flight feathers on Saturday. Then... Tom begins outlining and shading in my lower back. This tattoo is costing me a small fortune by now.
That's about it.
There. I made a blog posting for once.
</Hug>
It's been 5 years since I've been to Japan.
Of the countries I've traveled where English is not a common language, Japan is by far my favorite. I ain't no Japanophile, but... dammit, there's one ecclectic group of psychos. I fit in quite well. 'specially with the, oh... more punkish elements.
Monday morning I checked, re-checked, and triple-checked my application information: resume, statement of purpose, handful of letters of recommendation, physical/medical forms, official application, ad nauseam. Told my boss I was heading out for an hour or so. Drove the 15.7 miles from my office to the Japanese Embassy. Realized parking on embassy row is neigh impossible 'round noontime. Re-thought my situation. Parked at the French embassy instead (an old colleague is head of the French Nat'l Police. Huzzah!). Hoofed it to Japanada from Frenchville. Handed in quite the hefty application packet for the Japanese Exchange Teaching (JET) Program.
There. Done. I have now officially applied as an Assistant Language Teacher for the 2010 school year. Unfortunately I will not hear back from the embassy 'til late December/early January. That's if I pass hurdle one. Then it's time for an interview. If I'm still in the game at that point, there's a barrage of physicals and background (ha!) checks. If I make it to that point, I ain't worried none. Been through far, far worse than any cursory investigation them puppies can throw my way.
Not that I ain't completely enamored with my leech of a soul-sucking job. Just, that.... well... fuck it.
I've already decided that, should the JET Program not accept my application (Boo. Hiss. Throw rocks), I'll try my hand at one of the language schools which're all over Japan. I just want to fake work for a year. Teaching English seems like som'n for which I'm well-suited.
I'm also like 8 feet tall, so it's like Godzilla whenever I'm anywhere traipsing 'round Asialand. Hilarious.
Happy Thanksgiving, to all my fellow Yanks.
Having a second coating of bloodred ink put on my final 13 upper flight feathers on Saturday. Then... Tom begins outlining and shading in my lower back. This tattoo is costing me a small fortune by now.
That's about it.
There. I made a blog posting for once.
</Hug>
tastycorpse666:
I used to do bad things for money, but that shit got fucking expensive! Getting out of trouble because of other idiots fuck ups cost me most of what I was making. Then gambling was becoming hazardous, didn't mind that much, just ran outta bank roll. All of this ruined my desire to work for a living.
giggles:
I had a friend that taught english in japan....................i miss that dude he now is married with child and living somewhere in new york