Becoming increasingly convinced that Canada will not happen.

I think it’s a mistake that I will regret later.

Since it became clear that asking the crappy company to take me back will make R lose what little respect she has left for me, wonder if I should find some headhunters there anyway and see what happens.

I know nothing about sports.
I will never fit in here. I have nothing to talk to people about besides work.

For the holidays, they asked if anyone wanted a small coffee-mug-sized plant for their desk. I do want a plant, but there is no room at my desk. And even if there were, there is not enough light. This is easily the darkest part of this building. I asked for a ZZ plant. We shall see.
I think of a giant plant I had at my old job. I had an office with a 14th floor window overlooking the East river and Brooklyn backlit by sunset every night. I would look at passing ships during especially boring calls and especially big rusty and weird looking ones, with faraway ports of call and google where they have been and where they might be going. There are sites where you can do that.

This also reminded me of a conversation with my London friend (who is from my old country, but we met in Tokyo). She reminded me how pretty much all expats in Japan are those who are running away from something. I forgot about it, but it is very true.

I also met a guy who did business development at Spotify in my shift. He was Indian and had a British accent. Unsurprisingly, almost everyone who works there is in a band of some sort.

I think I met an alien at the coop yesterday. Or an Eleven.

She asked me what my favorite kind of nuts were. And then what different types of nuts taste like. And how does one know if they were allergic. She was giddy with excitement, bought a baggie of a mixed nuts and said how much she was looking forward to tasting more different kinds of nuts in the future. With a giant earnest smile on her face.

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