Another month rolls in, let’s do the usual Big Reading.
Mentally there’s an exhaustion on responsabilities carried from the past, a concern about growing too comfortable and lowering my guard, and the fear that I’m missing something that will put everything in jeopardy.
The month will start with past dissatisfaction resurfacing, an for the most part crisis will be averted but near the end there will be a bit of discord rearing its head.
Overall the vibe is that despite all the stresses and stressors, the worst has passed.
A friend sent me a post talking about how a tarot deck is better than asking ChatGPT what to do, and I’ll add that it’s somehow more precise while at it too. Uncomfortably so.
So I was asked by a bank for a very specific kind of paper, a “certified passport copy”. Honestly the timing of what they asked and when they asked for it made me feel like “man, they’re just making up papers now just to onconvenience me”.
If the name doesn’t ring a bell, they’re basically asking me for a paper where a lawyer is all “this fucker showed up at my office and me as a certified lawyer can confirm that the copy comes from the real thing”.
I’m like… sure, fine. Where the fuck do I get such a thing? And this is where Japan’s constant flow and woes with immigration come in clutch. As it turns out “certified passport copy” is a common requirement for some paperwork.
So I go to Umeda to what Google Maps tells me it’s a place that does that and while they did… they were also fully booked until Tuesday. I set up an appointment as a backup and leave.
Now that I knew what to ask for (認証コピー) I go to Google and there was actually a lawyer office that could do that so I set up an appointment for tomorrow to do that.
It kinda dawned on me like… if my trip hadn’t gone to hell I would be on the beach right now instead of grumbling that I haven’t had time to go to the beach because adulting is getting in the way.
It creates a very specific situation where I’m like “I must get a treat, I deserve a treat” but also there’s no time for a treat and until last weekend when my new card would arrive I hadn’t seized the means to get a treat.
The fight with those damn cards continues, I’m at least not locked out of my damn money.
Thank God I get to do some creative writing or believe you me, the tone of this post would’ve had me spiral into unrelated complaints about my life as a whole.