OK, so I have been pulling my hair out (what’s left of it) the past few days over trying to understand an email thread with “Draft2Digital.” (Note to self: this occurred in early 2024; evidently, forgot to post it! The first thing that goes is memory, and the second isβ¦ummβ¦)
Let me sum up. (If you’re not interested in a rant-n-rave about the state of the independent publishing industry, you can skip to the part where I list the URL for my new book Bringer of Light… π
I feel as if I have two personalities, one which speaks English and one which speaks Japanese. The one which speaks English can never get past being a high school geek. The one which speaks Japanese cannot get past being a “strange foreigner.” The only time I feel comfortable now is when I am teaching. Only there can I be an actor and change who I am any time I want.
I finished re-reading all my Usagi Yojimbo books a couple weeks ago (Iβm a big Stan Sakai fan), so I got the thought that I should read his inspiration, Musashi (Sakaiβs main character is an anthropomorphic bunny named Miyamoto Usagi).
Last week, I began reading volume one of The Arabian Nights (also called Tales of 1001 Nights). This is a more recent (2008) translation of the entire tales, not just a sampling of the more famous stories (e.g., Aladdin, Sindbad, Ali Baba etc.). Itβs likely to take me, uhβ¦1001 nights?
What jobs have I *not* had would be a better question.
Rightβ¦
Lawn mower (right after I got my βworking papersβ at age 14, along with my social security number β this is now assigned at birth in the US)
Pizza dough maker (seriously, thatβs all I did at first)
Pizza maker and deli worker (same restaurant)
Tarred the school parking lot and roof (no idea what this job would be called)
McDonaldβs (who hasnβt? Both opening and closing, including cleaning the deep oil fryer. Ugh.)
Gymnasium weight room staff
Gymnasium pool cleaner
Volleyball court setup and take down
Softball umpire (all four work-study jobs at college with a max number of hours per week)
Bookstore clerk (Barnes & Nobles)
Dishwasher (summer time only)
Short order cook (same restaurant as the dishwasher job)
Stock boy (stationery store for all of two days)
Temp worker (stuffing envelopes for three days, yawn)
Blockbuster clerk (out of business video rental storeβanybody remember VHS tapes?)
Bookstore clerk (used bookstore in Ann Arbor, mostly stocking and organizing overflow in the basement, although I did help set up a comic book and gaming store annex)
First year composition teacher (this was a paid TA job for one semester in grad school)
Computer software store clerk (mall seasonal jobβI got in trouble once for suggesting that a customer try another software store for a game series we didnβt carry rather than lie by saying weβd let him know when we got it; I hadnβt realized lying was company policyβ¦)
Computer salesperson (my first βfull timeβ jobβI lasted two monthsβdefinitely not slick enough to work for sales commish)
Kinkoβs (computer design department)
Weekly newspaper (computer layout)
A small H&R firm (computer designβ¦you can probably sense a trendβ¦)
Assistant language teacher (the jump to Japan)
Language instructor (late night after school cram school for junior high kids)
Assistant Professor (both part time and full time contractual)
Professor (itβs amazing now to see how I wound up teaching TESOLβ¦)
This may not include some odds and ends here and there when I was in JHS and SHS. I worked a lot of summer jobs and Christmas/ New Yearβs break jobs. I worked most weekends while I was a full time students, and most Friday evenings, too. I donβt recall the pay for all of them, but I remember the pizza dough job paid $3.15 an hour, and four years later McDonaldβs paid a whopping $3.75 an hour.
You know, Iβd be very interested to find out what jobs my colleagues have had. In college when I borrowed money to study abroad in Germany, my classmates wandered around Europe for the summer while I returned and had exactly $0 to my name and worked double-shifts. I wonder how many literature or history professors spent summer days getting burned on their arms with 400F cooking oil or getting yelled at by bankers because their document wasnβt printed fast enoughβ¦
βNormal meansβ for whom, exactly? I canβt imagine the average worker in Tokyo will be able to afford this thing. Even if they had a physical space to store in.
And, you know, I think Iβve seen a βflying vehicleβ like this somewhere alreadyβ¦ π
Technology is becoming marvellously intuitive. After booking a holiday with friends, we were surprised to discover Google had already added the datesβ¦
I saw a baseball game last September. That was live. Does that count?
Oh. Do you mean βliveβ in the Japanese sense, i.e., a live performance by a musical artist?
As in a live concert?
At a club?
Or just that the musicians were alive and actually wrote their own music and played their own instruments rather than danced around and lip-synced?
Yes. I am a snarky Gen-Xer. Wave the flannel.
(FWIW I think the last live musical performance Iβve seen was in a Japanese club in Osaka around 2000 or 2001, and before that in mid-1999 in a club somewhere in Boston. Itβs hard to get out when you have a family and need to actually go to work in the morning.)
When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed. And when youβre older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out.