Grrrrrrrr

My boss is a royal pain in the ass. Mr. Obtuse is the most un-Japanese Japanese boss ever! On Wednesdays I have had only one class. Tuesday night at 9:30 pm he tells me I have 4 classes on Wednesday. Show up at 2:20. He doesn't tell me what kind of classes or anything. I show up, and am completely unprepared. Luckily the students are forgiving and we manage to take up a lot of time talking about me. Apparently I am the more fascinating than I realized. Two of my classes were spent just answering their questions about little ol' me. The other one just about made me jump out the window into direct traffic (or I could have chosen the back window and jumped directly on to the train tracks). They were a couple of adults using beginner books that weren't even in the office. Grrrrrrrrrr! I muddled through using the next level book. Well, on the bright side I seem to be getting the hang of this driving thing, except for the one motorcycle I hit. And even better, my Skyland Hotel class wants to take me out to dinner next week during class. We'll practice ordering things in English as an excuse to take a field trip. But I think they are worried that I am starving to death, being a vegitarian and all. They can't even wrap their heads around vegitarinanism. It's amusing now, but I have heard from others they have gotten so sick of explaining themselves they have given up and just started eating meat. I can't envision doing that. But then on Monday I could barely envision surviving the week. I'm feeling a bit calmer now. Speaking of calmer, I think I hear a gin bottle calling me name. Ciao!