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Interesting. I have been here less than 4 months and already I seem to have made a mortal enemy in my apartment building. As some of you may know, my quite nice bike got stolen a few weeks prior. At first I sort of chalked it up to a random occurance of bike theft, ignoring signs to the contrary. Anyway, I got my bike back and sort of forgot about it afterwards - I kept my bike up by my room for about a week and a half, then, frustrated by trying to wrestle it down the tiny elevator every morning and back up at night, I gave up and started keeping it outside again with the other bikes.
The problem is, even before my bike got stolen, I would find it knocked over on the ground - at first I was willing to believe it was just the wind (despite the fact that NONE of the other bikes were knocked over) - but as this kept happening over and over again, I began to have my doubts. After it got nicked, James (another ALT who lives in my building) got together and started talking, at which point I learned that he had noticed it knocked over a bunch of times as well - and had picked it back up. Which means that in reality, someone was knocking it over a lot more than I thought.
If only I had some friends of the criminal persuasion I could set upon my foes.
Well, a couple of days ago, this bike-knocking-over BS started again. I desperately wanted to believe that it was just the wind. Really. Until yesterday, when I come downstairs, ready to go to work in the morning, to find, GASP - my bike isn't there. A bit of frantic looking around reveals it safely tucked away in a corner off to the side -but definitely not where I had left it.
Wierd. The mystery is solved when I run into James later that night, and he informs me that he came home the previous night to find my bike completely thrown in some bushes on the side of the building. So he picked it up and moved it to a safer place (actually, he tried to ring me, but I was asleep).
Right. I could tell the police. Obviously you don't know Japanese police.
Hint: They're not going to do anything remotely close to the above.
Which brings me to the present. Seriously, what the fuck people. How could I have pissed someone off already? I don't talk to anyone, I don't make any loud noise - heck, I'm hardly ever home. James and I are seriously debating hiding out in the lot next door behind some of the construction equipment tommorrow night to try and catch the bastard who is doing this. *sigh* it's things like this that really make me hate Japanese men (and it's most probably a man. Grow the hell up, you stupid J-boys...)
Anyway, on a happier note, I am currently preparing an absolutely killer multimedia lesson for tommorrow's classes - after hours spent today futzing around with power point, video and LCD projectors, these kids better prepare themselves to be wowed out of their (loose) socks. Seriously. Because this is all I have people - if full motion video, high quality power point explanations and top-notch handouts (plus a rock solid lesson!) aren't enough to convince these kids to pay attention in class even just an eensy-teeny-weeny-tiny-bit, then I give up. I will just have to start beating them with a very heavy metal object.
Or else sic' the Transporter on em'.
Now watching: "The Transporter"
(Luc Besson, my perfectly euro-trashy movie director idol. Let's hope your magic works on my kids as well.)
9:10 am
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Okay, I'd laugh at you--as always--but I did that last time, so I'll contain myself today. *hehe*
Alright, so your stolen-constantly-tipped-thrown-into-bushes-by-mysterious-Japanese-men bikes (yours and your friend's)... this experience is what we typically call いやがらせ. You don't have to have pissed anyone off, as it's probably being done by someone who already has a distaste for non-Japanese people... ... ... even people like me. <-(as in that individual or group of them wouldn't like people like me, rather than I have this certain distaste towards certain people... not true... I hate everyone equally... I don't discriminate, I'd do all women if they'd let me... wait, where did that come from??)
So anyway, beyond the tedium of having to bring it up every day... ... ... just bring the damn bike up to your room every day, man. Problem solved. Or beat the shit out of whomever is doing this, get it reported, and guess who wins? Yeah, that fucking Nipponese with the grin on his fucking face, fool! MUWAHAHAHAHA~! (am i beginning to sound like an asshole yet?)
But if you're going to do this whole stakeout thing, let's do this ish right man! Military style, infrared cameras, assault rifle (BB will do), rope, duck tape, something to gag a number of people with, and just for kicks, let's get a parachute pack. Get the evidence, and then shoot him/them (even her), gag 'em, tie 'em, ducktape 'em to the wall... and shoot them some more. And start talking like them professional wresters and stuff... that'll freak them out. From my childhood memories, I can only remember Macho Man (something Savage).. .. .. and the Ultimate Warrior (oh, I met Hulk Hogan once... that dude's huuuuuge!). And if you can, do it in ebonics... it'll be fucking great! make sure you get it on tape, so you can send me a copy and we'll stream it on my server!! lol
Okay, obviously too much time on my hands at work.. ... ... ... no no, I already had a 30 minute conversation with a potential client in Nashville, so I'm pretty much through for the day, ya heard?! And I'm-a-bum around tomorrow and not deal with Halloween traffic, and go out with this one girl... :p hehehe.
Yes, I write a shit load to say something so little, but you have to understand, when there are other people in the office, having a stern look on your face and typing like a maniac makes you look like you're being busy... ... ... then again, being in sales, if I'm not on the phone, it doesn't make me look busy at all! *That's what my boss tells me, at least*
My secretary just bought me lunch. Nice! I'll let you ponder about my ideas on how to get this mysetrious culprate! :p
::taku::
Posted 10/30/2003 at 12:43 pm by takunishi79
Looks like someone has a secret admirer!!
I agree with taku...keep the bike upstairs for awhile, whoevevers messing with you will hopefully get over their issue with you. Besides, beating the shit outta someone after being here for only three months IS NOT a good idea.
Posted 10/30/2003 at 7:59 pm by midori031
I say plant a trap for the rat bastards. The one(s) doing it are doing it in behind your back, which is a full sign of cowardice.
Simply the big bully theory. You see him/her doing it, confront them, maybe have a throw down and then it's over.
Better yet, use your dig. camera and snap a few shots of them doing it first. Now you have hard evidence. Remember what G.I. Joe says "Knowing is half the battle!"
It would be important to get in their face though, coming off polite and jovial will just make them feel that you can be pushed around. If they keep it up, then you can live up to your word and toss them around a few times until they learn.
That seems fair.
Posted 10/31/2003 at 7:10 am by Fozzyuw
Posted by: Imported xanga comments on February 19, 2005 02:05 PM