No. The Japanese do not recognize the 26th of December as Boxing Day. So, I had to drag my butt out of bed and head off to the office. But, wait. I had something more pressing to do before I headed to the office: Extension of my Japanese visa.
As anyone who lives in a foreign country can understand, the renewal or extension of one's visa is never a fun chore. The Japanese government, probably like all others, likes to make the renewal process not a fun one. Normally, I head down to the Immigration Office in Shinagawa (aka. "A Living Hell"). Today, I opted to go to the office in Tachikawa City. While it was not 'fun', it was a painless one. Why? Not so many disgruntled, overpaid, over-skilled, pompous asses in the office. If you live or work in Japan, you'll quickly understand which foreigners to whom I am referring.
If you ever come to Tokyo, you can find many of these foreigners in the Roppongi area. Roppongi is a nice place to work but come sundown, the place turns into a scene out of Dante's Inferno. When I leave the office, I make a quick b-line for the tube. I want to get the hell out of Dodge. When the gunslingers come into town, they literally are pulling out their pistols and aiming them at all the gals. Stick around Roppongi and you might get caught in all the gun fire.
Getting back to my day at the Tokyo Immigration Office, most of the 'gunslingers' were probably off on their overpriced winter holidays. Holidaying in Thailand, Vietnam, Bali and, even perhaps, South Korea. And for those super-duper rich guys, they are probably back in their home countries wreaking havoc in their own backyards. Thank God. Lest they stay in Tokyo over the holiday period and break numerous laws. Laws such as urinating in public, accosting some damsels in distress, or my favourite, beating the shit out of the natives. The year-end break is often my most favourite time in Tokyo. I can ride the trains and subways without needing to hide from the 'evildoers'. And that is why I chose to go to Tokyo Immigration today. The room was filled with hard-working, honest people. Thank God for small miracles.
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