Today’s deck is Tarot Emblemata.
It’s a very minimalist deck with sayings and such to assist the reading. I appreciate that the sayings are in reference to less cliche meanings of the cards. Like The Fool being “Luck favors the bold” rather than anything related to taking first steps.
…ok that’s enough seriouness quota. I keep reading the author’s name like “Nitiasa Roland” and I keep thinking about The Dark Tower but as a Sunday Morning 15-minute Japanese TV Drama.
Today’s reading is talking about how the world is in my favor, that what I want to accomplish is more a matter of when than if.
Realistically… yeah. The reminder is welcome considering I’m an impatient little bitch.
I woke up early enough I called the bank just to check if my terse email arrived. My relationship manager couldn’t hide the fucking sigh when he answered the phone and he was very apologetic pointing out that the hurry was less than it sounds like and it was an automated message, that there’s a chance it might normalize in due time. Here’s the list of things I didn’t tell him to try and remain civil:
- Our account is still locked so ladi-fucking-da.
- Why didn’t I get he courtesy of being told that?
- “It might normalize” isn’t a guarantee and I don’t trust them to do something that accomodates me.
- Even if it did, fuck them for all the stress they’ve given me this year.
I struggle to remember what I did to dissociate until the sun came out but the important part is that when the sun came out I went to continue to check my old apartment since I gotta hand over the key on Saturday.
I found SO MANY coins yet again. One of them remained so long on the floor that you can see the surface imprinted on the rubber flooring.
I also found other curiosities like an old residence card and even a copy of my certificate of eligibility (the document that basically informs you that your visa was approved).
That Fer, the Fer still left behind in that old apartment, in all the trash… he wouldn’t know how things would turn out. That they’ve markedly improved in every single way to the point that even his hair would look better… he also wouldn’t know the capital B Bullshit he’d have to deal with, dear God.
His beard was also only starting to grow, I can have a killer stubble when I forget to shave because he looked like a dork for like two years.
I bought a rug after cleaning some more. If there’s one thing I’ve learned the hard way is that if you’re gonna use a computer a lot, you better put some surface between the chair and the rubber floor.
I learned that because the floor right below the mat from where I’m writing this has what I lovingly call “depression tracks”, the result of me barely moving my chair for years while in front of the computer.
A metal rack like the ones I’ve been furnishing my apartment with also arrived. I haven’t assembled it yet but I lowkey can’t wait until all the folders with Tax records and contracts are lines up and things look all professional and stuff.
We also have enough merch that I think I could have a small glass display with the stuff both official and fanmade.
At this point I return home and HOLY FUCK THE DOCUMENT ARRIVED, THE FUCKING POSTCARD THAT’S KEPT ME AWAKE IS FINALLY HERE.
THE THREAT OF KEEPING MY BEARD WORKED.
A quick meal later I was out to municipality. The process was simple enough thankfully, the bulk of it was already done.
From there I walked to the bank and I’m told that they cannot finish the process there… except the process was ongoing last time I went and was only stopped because I didn’t have a valid My Number card…?
Whatever, I gotta go to one of two very specific offices. Fine. I needed to eat something because I burnt all the calories making all the roundabout walking, though.
While eating and also catching a breather at home, I checked the map and saw that I had about two hours to get to the post office in Umeda.
I knew which one it was but I was kinda tired, so I called a cab instead.
The driver (a woman) was chatty, she asked me the usual stuff about where I come from and what do I do for a living.
The Umeda post office is all fancy with huge screens and stuff. I actually had to write the form yet again because of date discrepancy (or rather, if I had my personal hanko I could’ve stamped it and fixed the date but I’ve only needed to use my hanko for things a total of 4 times since moving to Japan) but it was done.
It was fucking done.
…I still had to do the last bit of the process online but it was done, dang it.
To celebrate I went to Loft and splurged on stationery. They sell date stamps but character-based and they rotate them so I go like once a week to see if they have one I haven’t bought yet.
Then I walked too close to one of the escalators and had like 8 of the security noise makers going off at once. Thankfully I was on the way to the cashier anyways.
I go back home at this point. I’m tired, oddly tired, that’s when I check and would you look at that, I’ve walked about 21k steps.
The wild thing about the number is that I walked that yesterday but yesterday I was leisurely strolling, deliberately taking the most scenic routes for fun. Today I equaled the amount while very pragmatically going from point A to point B.
Not only that but if I hadn’t taken the cab to the bank it would’ve been MORE.
Regardless, I made it home.
On one hand, I didn’t have to register anything too crazy to access the international transfers page.
On the other, according to it, Yuucho Ginko doesn’t let you have the foreign currency, it converts it to the rate it was at on the day the money arrives.
I am too exhausted, I’ll think about it when I wake up.