I’ve been seeing a lot of head office of late. With my new part time job and increased first-thing-in-the-morning English lessons, I’ve spent far more time sitting around the offices of the biggest comedy entertainment company in Japan than I have actually being a comedian for the company itself.
I don’t really mind. I get more money doing menial office tasks and teaching English than I do with the all-too-often pay-to-play set up afforded to young comedians in the labyrinthian Yoshimoto Creative Agency bureaucracy. Today after my Yoshimoto work ended, I went to my ramen job. I’d like to say that I enjoy doing it but it turns out I enjoy eating ramen more than I do slinging noodles and taking orders from drunk assholes til the crack of dawn. Considering how much I’ve been working at Yoshimoto recently, I don’t really need to be working that job anymore. But (a) the ramen is good and (b) I live in constant fear that my cushy sit on my ass at a desk all day doing absolutely nothing gig is going to go up in flames sooner rather than later.
And so there I am, burning my hands caring bowl after bowl of scaldingly hot ramen out to drunk dudes who just got done whoring and drinking for the night, finishing for the night only to go home, hastily write a journal entry and then pass out for the night to do it all again tomorrow.
With any luck, the heaping mounds of chili oil I dumped on my makanai tsukemen won’t give me diarrhea in the dead of night.