The super annoying anal-retentive ryokan project is still dragging on, but I just learned from my project manager that they’re going to double my fee for it. That softens some of the blow of having to deal with so much crap. It doesn’t entirely make up for it (I’m aiming for 100% douchebag free!) but it helps.
Went to City Hall (in Kawasaki - not my city hall) for the third meeting today about the NPO paperwork. Had a different guy with us this time, he is a member of our group but has his own NPO too.
Talked to Bureaucrat Lady again. This is the third revision of the paperwork we’ve submitted. So many picky little details that need to be rewritten every time we go, even if it seems like we already rewrote them. And stuff like “the numerals have to be full width, not half width, so please fill out this page again.”
But today we heard from NPO dude that usually the orgs get a professional to do the paperwork for them, they don’t even try to mess with it themselves. In our case we are doing the entire thing ourselves, and only about half of the group members are native or native-level speakers. So that’s something that makes me feel better/makes us a little proud. We have no money but a lot of determination.
Originally written to celebrate Madiba’s birthday in 2009, reposted today as my own private eulogy.
I remember the second time I met him. Actually - for someone of Mandela`s calibre -one doesn`t actually meet them as such. Rather, one stands in their presence for a moment in time and breathes…
When my friend Sarah met Nelson Mandela. xox
Sarah there’s a chance I could travel to Hokkaido for this project, if I do let’s try to get a parfait!
Starting a new project on Monday. Kind of similar to what I was doing before, but this time with fewer assholes! I hope. Lots of travel but mostly self directed with no huge crew of douchebag tagalongs. Yeah! This one should last about three months so I’ll be gainfully employed for a bit.
I’m such a bitch but one of the new editors keeps writing this to me in her emails and it’s driving me crazy. I can’t point it out because it would be obnoxious and it’s only a small thing. Come on! Edit yo’self!
Found Leo at a rest area in Yamanashi about two weeks ago. Reported him to the city and the police but no collar, no tags, no chip. The po-po asked us to find him a home.
I used to write for this art website. It’s a really cool website, great coverage, friendly tone. It was edited by some German women… who I really like! They are great people. BUT they would take the interview or article and… happy-fy it. Add tons of exclamation points, interjections, WoW! Really!?? Interesting! Fabuloussss so cool!
It was pretty funny, and it was the tone of the site, so whatever. But they would also insert fucked up grammar! And I would be embarrassed because while I’m no grammar queen, I do have standards and things that I wouldn’t be caught dead saying.
Now someone is inserting Japanese English into my stories. Grrr. It sounds so weird and also totally doesn’t sound like me. I sent a polite inquiry today but I don’t want to seem like a pill and I also don’t want to complain so much that they decide they’d rather not work with me.
I have a little fake Christmas tree, about two feet tall, the kind that you fold away in a box. I put it out yesterday because hey, it’s December! But the cat Mo keeps knocking it down, taking off the ornaments, and playing with them. She especially likes these tiny teddy bears, she carries them around in her mouth.
She wasn’t here this time last year so we didn’t have this problem. I’m tired of setting it up! I’ve already put it back up three times.