Fast, Day 4- I Get My Work Permit!

The first scrapper I saw didn't come close to this level of professionalism.
This is the Recycling Master.


I know it's still afternoon, but I think most of the interesting events of the day have come to pass, and I'd like to write with time to spare.

The weather today was cool and sunny- bright enough to bake the rain-soaked asphalt and warm enough to feel like the start of Spring.

Mysteriously, I'm feeling stronger today than yesterday. I suppose my mind has finally realized the futility (at least for now) of tempting me with ever-more-delicious visions of food.
I think fasting should be considered a tool for uninspired chefs looking for something amazing to cook- the sheer diversity of enticements the hungry mind comes up with could be quite useful :P

A postcard from the Immigration Bureau came for me last night, but I was feeling like a zombie so I barely read it. Well, it turned out to be an invitation back to Tokyo Headquarters to learn the results of my application for a work permit.
It could have waited, but then I wouldn't have been able to focus on my work. So, off I went, through the sun-dappled avenues of compact little Shin-Kawasaki.
I saw something amusing on the way to the station: a deliverywoman for one of the express delivery services (Black Cat Yamato), in uniform, on a bicycle, pulling a little cloth-covered wagon filled with packages with "Yamato Express is Kind to the Environment" written on the canvas.

I got some quality reading time (the excellent Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Murakami) on the train, waited for my number at the office, and came away with a little 6X8" piece of paper with my work permit on it. Now I just need a job!

I'm thinking that, rather than joining a teaching firm, I'll go into business on my own. The pay will probably better, and with all the crazy travel I'm hoping to do, flexibility is important. On the other hand, I might not be able to get as many hours of work as I might want. We shall see...