Artist. Amateur cosplayer. Japanese tutor. Private investigator. Lightning enthusiast.
My boss has been telling his customers that I’m his daughter recently. Today the guy he said it to replied with, “She’s too cute to be your daughter.”
I laughed pretty hard. My boss teases me with his regulars all the time, so it’s a good day when one of them is on my side.
I’m in the closet at work, so you can imagine my panic when I passed by one of the regular customers at the bar, and he quietly goes, “I know your secret.”
I stopped, slightly disturbed, and he continued,
“Jamie showed me your cosplay photos.”
I haven’t paid the whole Chick-Fil-A fiasco any mind because I never ate there to begin with; And what’s it to me if a bunch of people want to gather together and eat over small talk and a shared hatred of total strangers? I was suddenly offended though when my co-worker came in bragging about having had lunch there.
I’ve been well aware of the fact that Miki is anti-gay, given her religion and age, but actively supporting it suddenly made me feel victimized and she wasn’t even aware of it.
Will you do the same?
Sure. I’ll try getting some snapshots of places I stop by this week.
Til then, I reintroduce to my blog: my senior co-worker.
Jamie says my boss was inquiring her on whether or not I was a lesbian yesterday.
I feel like if my preferences ever do go public at work my boss might be able to overlook it, but the older women I work with won’t.
Went out for lunch with my co-worker today and met Masa-san, who used to own a sushi shop rivaling my boss’ several years back. Masa-san is a lot nicer than my boss, I’m just going to say that.
On the topic of K-Dramas, I said I thought Korean boys were more attractive than Japanese ones and my boss smacked my arm (pretty roughly lool). But my Korean co-worker said she agreed 100%.
Tuesday nights at a restaurant are not slow if everyone and their mothers believe it to be so.
After my shift ended a regular at the sushi bar offered to split a can of Asahi with me. That was a decent way to end the night. A spicy tuna roll and Asahi in a cold glass.
In random news, for Unagi (Fresh water eel) lovers:
The price of Unagi has doubled in Japan since they seem to be difficult to catch right now.
Don’t quote me on this. I just listen to the crazy ramblings of my boss.
I managed to get off babysitting duty today for the Asian crafts fair but then a lady decided to make reservations for a table of 20 during the shift Jamie works alone. Guess who gets to go into work to help her out.
For dinner shifts I have to open the restaurant by myself and everyone seems to like coming in at the same time before the second waitress arrives. The other day I was being slow because I had several tables seated at one time and Jamie says when she came in one table was being rude and suggested I be sent back to Japan for being so slow. :| lol Kay I’m never working Ikaeda-san’s table again.
I asked her why and she gave me a side stare, hesitating before saying, “If I told you, you’d say it was discrimination.”
That isn’t a surprise, but I never expected this conversation to come up so casually (and awkwardly).
The day—well, one of the many days— I roll out of bed, go to school, and then work afterwards
I end up on the news.
Today was the town’s 100th birthday celebration, so on my day off I had to serve food at an event (which explains why I came home with a ton of left overs). Pretty sure I looked like Derpina.
