I am presently in that interesting place where for A to happen, B must exist but B can't exist until A happens. It is all the paperwork for the new job that finds me going around in circles through nobody's fault but the bureaucratic maze...
Such was today. A trip to campus first to meet up with a professor (who, as it happens, was otherwise engaged), and I can 'sit' in my office, but can't lock the door. So I sat, and admired the view, again.
One of the things on the list is to open a new bank account at a specified branch. I headed there, over the other side of town. OK, Tokyo is a biggish city, it was a bit of a hike. Got there to find that now even foreigners require their own 'seal' (a stamp with your name on it) to open an account. There was no budging on that point. Thirty years ago, when I did the same with a seal a friend made for me, it was judged by the bank as not sufficiently genuine to count...how times have changed.
Home again then. Nothing quite going to plan. (Imagine, if you will dear reader*, going from say, Mt Gravatt to Logan and then over to Carseldine, all by public transport, only to go, quite literally, for the ride...) (*The dear reader being someone familiar with the Brisbane layout. Apologies to others.)
In lamenting the day thusfar, and then talking with my friends about what was left to do...well, we stepped up the game: completed three out of three necessary things with a hospital appointment tomorrow, collection of a new seal on Sunday and opening the new account on Monday.
After a rocky start, the day ended up alright. Achievements unlocked. All that was left was dinner at one of our local little pubs, then home...
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| It'll be alright on the night |
To be reassured by the view from the window that whatever a false start might bring, there is always tomorrow, just around the corner and over the hill. We're almost there.
[Camera : Canon EOS60D, 28-80mm, 8.52pm, 24 March 2016]
