when you come in to work in the morning and see coffee spilled on the stairs outside… and feel genuine pity for the poor soul
Today I will sit in the dark and stare at the lights.
Tomorrow I will write.
The glamour of working in gaming company:
Most mornings elevators smell like developers who didn’t go home for 3 days.
Or like excessive amount of whatever spray was used to hide that fact.
Depending on the department, you will find the most asexual workplace you’ve ever seen.
Others don’t come far behind though.
80% of people talk to themselves. Some in rather lengthy monologues.
I hear they also have to throw out a ton of sweets and present people send to fictional characters on the Valentines day and Birthdays and stuff.
I urgently need to remember that I’m not nearly Japanese enough to stay overtime every day…
Real piece of news from about 2 years ago:
A 70 year old man, who worked in a ticket office in Shinjuku gyoen–the big and very famous park and botanical garden in the middle of Tokyo, admission to which costs 200 yen (2$)–one day met some nasty foreigner, who yelled at him in english for some unknown reason. Likely, because, as most of japanese people of his age, the man didn’t understand what the foreigner was saying.
Anyhow, the experience was so traumatic, that he became afraid of foreigners and in order to avoid talking to the most scary-looking ones, begun to give out tickets for free to them out of fear. And then erasing the records of sold tickets to cover up. And then was arrested for fraud.