I am living and working in a foreign country. Coming from a culture that was very open and laidback to a country ruled by stupid pieces of paper and needing 'permission' to do any fucking thing was a major shock. Who needs permission to make phone calls? FUCK!
Last night I got a call form the Post Office the just made me feel as shit as I did when my 6-year relationship broke up. I am broken by this fucking place.
I am trying to send things home, back to my home country. I have paid over $800 (twice what I would have paid at home to mail stuff here) and have now phoned the Post Ofice on 6 seperate occasions (every call costing 20 cents per 20 seconds) and visited there for over a hour. They STILL cant get it through their fucking thick heads that I WANT TO SEND SOME PARCELS HOME. How hard is that? They are a fucking POST OFFICE.
I know it sounds like fuck-all to 99% of people but I have spent the last 2 years struggling against shit like this and it just drives you mental and makes you want to cry. I am typing this at work with bruises all over my hand from where I have been pinching myself all morning to make myself not cry.
As far as I am concerned I hope this whole country burns, with or without me in it. I honestly don't care anymore. | |
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From the word Gaijin in your nickname I could decide that it is Japan, but I cannot believe such things can happen in Japan, everything there works like a clock. May be this word is more common for Asian languages, so I'll take a guess:
China or, more likelly, North Korea?
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