March 24, 2008
planes.
are fat. and smell. and full of fat people that smell, with fat smelly children. 'nuff said.
training.
plane was an hour and a half late, so I stressed slightly on meeting up with the Interac person that was supposed to take me to the hotel. They had me paged, however, so I managed to find them before they left me. Somehow I even manged to carry all eighteen pieces of hundred pound luggage with me to do it. I still have no idea what the hell all I packed, but none of it can be all that important. I mean, seriously, what the hell did I bring? I haven't opened the suitcases yet just out of pure fear of what I'll find.
the hotel was nice. the first day. my roommate was really nice too (Hi roomie!). training was...training. heh. those that were there, know. basically we were in this hotel that was apparently one continent onto itself, and the only escape was a magically appearing bus that may or may not have brought you back. it was an adventure. as was wondering around the red light district of chiba. photos to come.
I did get to meet a lot of really cool people though (hello to some of you! others I don't have their email addresses. alas. though i'm sure they're not displeased to have to miss out on this) while we where trapped in out little bubble of non-japan. and now we have been set free on the country's populace en mass. I hope everyone arrived at their final destinations all right, and that your IC's (IC = independent contractors = people that sort our lives out for us = lifesavers) are as awesome as mine. I'd be in a corner crying like a little girl without mine. They even fixed my internet for me.
And that's all I have for now. Except that I live in a box.
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