Inked.

NOTE: The reason part of this post is hidden and password-protected because it involves a topic which some people may not be able to comprehend, and also because I'd like to keep it a secret in regards to my work environment. Therefore, by agreeing to enter the password to read the post, you are respecting my privacy and making a promise to keep it hush-hush unless I give you permission to let certain people know about it. Savvy? Or else yer walkin' the planks, mateys, arr.

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On another note (and for those who didn't read the secret part of this entry), check out my pretty toenails that I got done about 2 weeks ago. Gel nails again, because my toenails are still bruised and breaking apart, and gel-coating means it will last for much longer and help protect it. I also chose a dark blue to cover the bruises, but asked for one nail to be white, and a sort of foil-y affect on the big toes. Makes it seem quite wintry, no? I also tried a new nail salon. Gotta make use of all those "first time customers" coupons, haha. Still haven't managed to settle with one salon of preference yet.

Please excuse my ugly, weird looking toes...

Oh, and apparently the World Ends today. Check out my Twitter to see how my last day on earth was like.

Adios to this city, I'm off to Rocket Dive.

In accordance to my decision in this last post, I spoke to my co-workers today about quitting my job after this fiscal year.

I was unable to have the guts to let my co-workers know about my decision to not re-contract all of last week, however, I finally did this morning. I didn't give any pre-warning, but simply dragged my chair up next to my Boss and told him my decision in simple, short sentences.

As he can't anyway due to the rules of my contract as it is up to us whether we stay for another year or not, he didn't say anything against me not wanting to stay. Instead, he gave me the bland "wakarimashita" ("I understand"), frowned, put his head in his hands and sighed that there were going to be complications with expenses and funds, though I told him that as I would be staying in Japan so there is no need for them to pay for my flight home.

My heart is still beating from the nerves and I feel a little sick about the whole thing.
It was almost like my decision caused more trouble, and that I'm this big burden on them now, more than ever.

I just couldn't stay, though...
Seeing my Boss react like this has made me realise even more that I hate my workplace and working with my co-workers.

I feel horrible yet relieved at the same time.

Let's just say I'm very much looking forward to my dinner date with a friend in Sapporo tonight.



God, I could eat a cake.