My apartment prohibits pets, so I visit a certain cat cafe about once a week.
It's amazing just how many people have no idea how to pick up or hold a cat.
Since the cafe doubles as a rescue and most of the cats are adoptable, I make it my mission to teach other customers how to handle cats. That way, they can have a positive experience and might be more inclined to adopt.
And it makes the cats so much happier too.
I love seeing that look on a student's face when something they were struggling to work out suddenly clicks into place.
There's no test of foreign language fluency quite like having a TV camera thrust in your face and being given two seconds to come up with something coherently flattering to say about a local event you're attending.
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That expression though.
#catcafe #猫カフェ
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Why is MS Word's auto-formatting so damn aggressive about making lists?
It's relatively easy to override most of the other auto-formatting without going into options, but not with lists. They are determined to have their ugly and awkward way with your documents.
How do 1st and 2nd grade teachers not die of exhaustion after a week? I just visit the classes for lunch sometimes and the kids about kill me.
#Dream 2:
While walking around on the waves of some random bay in California, I ran into a pod of dolphins. I tried to talk to them, but they refused to even acknowledge me. They passive-aggressively started talking to one another about how pissed off at humans they were because the human news was focused on a highly unusual, local whale-on-whale murder, to the exclusion of all other sea-mammal concerns.
#Dream 1:
I was a former lesbian cop with a criminal girlfriend and a terrible work ethic. I’d been killed and turned into a reanimated skeleton. Some of the other undead in the city were upset with me for disrupting their rigidly hierarchical society by treating everyone as equals, so they were trying to kill me a second time. They eventually succeeded, but not before I started a small revolution. The dream ended with a flashback of me getting off work and going on a date with my girlfriend.
I had a couple of dreams last night that were too weird not to share.
Hello, all. I suppose I should finally introduce myself. I’m an American living in Japan. I get paid to troll children. I mean, help teach them English. I’m cis, female, aro/ace, white, mentally ill, and bilingual (though not native-level fluent in Japanese).
そろそろ自己紹介しなきゃね。私は日本に住んでいるアメリカ人です。子供をからかってお金をもうけます。(いや、実は英語を教えるんだが。)精神障害のある、シスジェンダーの絶食系の白人女性で、日本語がネイティブと同じレベルではないけど、バイリンガルです。よろしく〜