Phew, a momentary return to my poor neglected blog.
What a funny couple of months it has been. I set myself free from the Clown's clutches almost two weeks ago after giving one month's notice. He wanted me to stay and offered me an extra $100- a month as an incentive to continue dealing with his shit. The final insult, you might say. And I would agree with you. I declined his offer and told him I was going back to Australia.
I gave notice to move out of GGHQ. No problems there. I began applying for jobs in Melbourne in preparation for my return.
I was sad because I didn't want to leave. I love Tokyo and it feels like home. For now, anyway. I reached the point where something had to change and I couldn't continue living the life I was living. I started packing and made lists, whilst fretting about how the hell to go about moving country again when I'm still recovering from the huge upheaval of leaving Australia two years ago. I'm too old for this shit, I muttered, standing amongst piles of things that I felt should have represented something, but didn't.
Then, I received an email from the top secret agency to which I had expressed interest regarding their top secret spy vacancies. I had interviewed with them about six weeks earlier, but was unsuccessful in getting that particular role. They wanted me in for another job - this one much better than the first and more in line with my interests, i.e., high-tech surveillance of the Asian arm of the organization, including China, Taiwan, Singapore, and Hong Kong.
Four weeks and four interviews later, I found out last week that I have the job. Big oo-ah! I get to stay in Japan with a brilliant job with an International Spy Agency and an amazing salary that will mean I have a lot more options and my time here will be far more enjoyable. I'd love to tell you more about it all, but as a top secret Spy working in a big, well-known building in Tokyo located in Roppongi, I'd have to kill you if I gave you details.
Tokyo Midtown SpyHQ
So, Gaijin Girl morphs into Salarygirl and joins the ratrace tomorrow. Having worked in the gaming industry for the last two years, my wardrobe didn't contain any Spy-appropriate attire. And here began the dilemma. In Australia, I am considered slim. In Tokyo, where the sizes in Gap begin at 000 (truly, that's 'triple zero', people) I am comparatively obese. Also at 5'9", there are slim-pickings for clothes.The size XL shirts I wore to the interviews were gaping around the bust as the buttons strained to contain my (admittedly, not that large) bosoms. Hehe, no wonder I got the job! Still, after racing around Tokes for the last few days, I have finally found a few suits and some slightly better fitting shirts. I don't particularly like what I have, but choice is not a luxury I have. The clothes fit, and that's all I can hope for at this stage.
I'm not quite sure where this leaves this blog or GG. She's been fun, but I have a feeling she won't be a relevant voice anymore, and it could be time to lay her to rest. To be honest, I doubt I'll have much time for blogging. I haven't been told the hours I'm working because they're not set. SpyCentral pay well, but they expect a lot back and it might take me a bit of time to find a balance. (Someone from SpyCentral emailed me the other night at 11.00pm. This is not uncommon in Tokyo, or the Spy industry, in general.) This may sound appalling to some, but I am so looking forward to the challenge and can't wait to get into it. It's a whole new beginning, and exactly the sort of thing I came over to do. *has difficulty restraining herself*
On a personal note, I haven't emailed anyone for about four months, so if I owe you one, I hope to get in touch shortly. Things have been so up in the air I couldn't write to say what I was up to because it kept changing every few hours. Literally. Also, I haven't been commenting on other blogs much, but I do read them through my reader. Just like to say that I am still in awe of all your words.
And lastly, because this is Tokyo, here is a photo showing a little alley across the road from SpyHQ. Old and new, east and west, sit side by side -- they don't clash, rather, they co-exist.