Heat and Humidity

10 months in Akitakata WHOOOOO! And now it's summer. Seattle isn't very humid, so we're having some trouble coping. I can take the heat by itself (Rachel can't).

Not much has happened. Strongly considering looking for a new job. Teaching English isn't easy for me, since I'm not good with people at all, but it's pretty lucrative. I lose 3 hours per workday to the commute, and the stress of the job itself... I worry too much about whether they're learning or not, and if something goes even slightly wrong I feel it.

Also, I've begun to have some sort of physical reaction (nausea) to the teaching floor, which is bad. So after lunch I'm going to the local Hello Work (job placement - can't quite tell if it's gov't funded or not) to see what's available. Probably nothing. ("Probably" = "Probly", which is a fun point to teach. Heh.) I don't really have any skills aside from 10-key, touch-typing, and English. Worst-case, I suck it up and keep teaching English until next spring or so.

I wonder why our school has so few students now? We've had days where I get 8 one-student/man-to-man lessons. Bad as I am, I can't possibly be solely responsible for this. (This is, incidentally, related to my tendency to react more strongly to small mistakes than large ones. Small mistakes, one person is usually to blame, and they can add up faster than they can be fixed. Large ones, it's usually more obvious at first glace how possible they are to fix, and if they're broken beyond all recognition you throw up your hands and start over.)

Listening to Senaka Goshi ni Sentimental now, sung by the mysterious Miyasato Kumi.

Buh?

Hm. 7 months and 2 weeks since the last post. Just quit my newest job. Moving to Japan - Akitakata, Hiroshima. Playing more StarPirates than I probably ought to be. It's just my kinda game, actually - hourly bonuses, relatively slow 'n steady gameplay...

To my credit, I've been writing recently, or trying to. I've been getting these good ideas at work in the mornings, mostly plot and character bits that I jot down onto thirds of paper. Not many lines, since I seem to have worked with ...well, they're characters in their own right. (Also, H., if you're reading this, Daitrombe.net and mchan if you don't already know about it - check "downloads" for awesome.)

That was the only job I know of offhand where saying "the server's on fire" does not actually involve flame and smoke, but is far worse. I feel sorry for those poor bastards come Monday.

Too hot. Can't write. Feel Rorschach-like.