Today I went to pick up my alien registration certificate. Well, pick up is good, it takes about a month until you have the mop. But I just needed a confirmation to open a Japanese bank account to which I then paid my salary * happy *, is that I can pay my apartment.
I wanted to actually go alone at first. I'm glad I did not do it. One would indeed think that at the immigration office at least speaks a little English. Um, NO! But that test I could do what I do and it was actually an astonishing amount. Of course, not every word but the meaning! has * * knock on the shoulder of the rest to me then my "interpreter" (Secretary of the Company, good English and not so botched stuff) speaks translated. That has not really taken a long time, so we are then directly to a bank. The
was, shall we say .... KANJI ULTRA. I could hardly read what I had to fill out the form. At the counter, I then understood what back. I found particularly strange that one can choose their own PIN code. (Oo)
When we then went back to the company, I have sometimes looked a little people. And me three things struck.
first ALL women are totally disabled. Always nice to great uncle. I once heard that it will be cute ... IT IS NOT
second Most women wear too high heels, which can not run it. Plus of course ridiculous. * Silence *
third Why do the women wear here, the bags are not just like any normal Man in the hand or over your shoulder? They carry with the crook of the arm. And all the time. Apart from the fact that it hurts total, when the handle drilled in the flesh, it looks modest.
Well, all I could bear it today, so I'll finish it this entry.
morning, then goes to work.
Until then
