Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Death by PowerPoint
I have no intention of counting the number of beers we consumed yesterday. It will almost certainly make me feel queasy. Instead, i can recall how Rury turned up, in Beckers cafe almost exactly when I predicted, got home, dumped baggage, and headed down to Roppongi to meet Ricky for a two at Propaganda, had another at a dismal British bar, and headed back to Ikebukuro to an Izakaya. Last time I was at this place, I met a businessman, who started describing to me in broken English what he does for a living.
Businessman: I making cloth
Danieru: You make clothes?
Businessman: Yes, but, errr, under.
Danieru: You mean underwear?
Businessman, now rubbing him out thighs with both hands, and with a giant smile on his face, almost shouts:
SEXY! SEXY!
This time, I met a racous bunch of guys who helped me learn more Japanese. I can now say Kampai. Inebriated humour translates seamlessly.
Came into work this morning not feeling so chirpy, and had to endure a powerpoint presentation from the boss. The best bit was when he tried to draw a (what i thought was fair) parallel between McDonalds and IT, in a particular context. One guy got so upset, he spent the next 15minutes debating it. Sigh. Emotions are pointless and fabulous at the same time.
