January 17th, 2002. I love my room.

It's amazing, you can find pleasure in almost anything. Not much more than one month ago, I was in despair, due to the cold grey walls and the confining dimensions of my room. But how easily things change. I spent the majority of yesterday just lying on my bed, listening to cds and reading.

Here are some pictures I took out of boredom. I don't have steady hands, so they are fuzzy as hell. Guess I can never be a surgeon. Well, not an insurable one anyway.

Someone told me that in Japan, getting the corner office, with the big window is actually an insult. This is because you have been plucked from the collective and isolated. They might even ban you from the office Christmas party and all other social events. Hmm...

So what this tells me is that I can either get a job back home, bust my hump and kiss ass for 7 years, and hope that someone notices I'm alive, or I can just get a job in Japan, be my regular slack-off self and get a huge private office (hot secretary included), in no time. Not to mention the fact that I would be exempt from forced socializing with co-workers. Ooh, and if I'm really bad, I might get my own bathroom too.

Well, that settles it. I'm going to start pissing on the toilet seats at work.