So here I am impulsively blogging from a cafe terrace. Hidden behind my huge GUCCI shades leafing through the latest edition of Elle and Instyle magazines. Have to tell you that these magazines have nothing to teach you. Just kill your self-esteem by using these skinny underpaid models strutting around in bikinis you will never see on regular chics. I regretted squashing $40 on these trash but they don't have my usual reads so I had to settle for these photo books. Anyway sitting here in the terrace anyone would enviously assume that this herd of people are as chill as they appear to be. Truth be told, they are not!
I've been here more than 3 months now and I notice that the number of female smokers exceeding the number of cows. Like I expressed, impulsive blogging. I use to enjoy my Sundays, coffee at a cafe and piles of magazines to go through with no one to bother me. Till I found this new spot and the lady just pissed me off. Hey! Put a notice or something or better yet I'm the customer! I pay your wages, so you better act like you appreciate me and the 10000 other customers that comes through this joint. I major in hotel management, trained in Japan, enjoyed and appreciate their services so I'm sorry but I strongly believe in providing an exceptional customer service. Even if it means going the extra mile to please a paying customer.
I'm just another unsatisfied customer being victimized by a waitresses utter laziness. I would gladly come in serve myself, wash the dishes and mop your floor if it makes you treat all of us with a little bit more enthusiasm. The only time I like hanging out in the city is on Sundays. To avoid the crowd of shallow teenagers who wear nothing but tights, singlets and ballet flats. All the shops are closed but that way I get to window shop with class and an excuse.
My husband left for France to see his mates, like I mentioned in my previous post (living together) we try to still live our separate lives as much as possible. Even though I was invited and begged to go along, I can't pass up my Sunday time alone. It's the only day I can dress up, check out hot legs without my husband giving me that icy stare ;).
Sitting next to me are 2 British couple. I love the Brits, their humor is a bit stale and too many insides jokes but they just make you laugh. Anyway, I posted already as my Facebook status, these couple gave me an insight into life, its not always what you see is what you get. I was reading The Economist and eavesdropping after every article. Well, not really cos they were speaking at the top of their lungs. They seem to be enjoying each others company and I got caught listening to all the fun things they've done. Their travels and what they are planing to do next, I couldn't help smiling to myself. Its like their happiness and joy just got to me, its nice to see joy all around you. After being pushed over by a snotty waitress. Then the ladies got up to go to the bathroom and as soon as they are out of earshot one of the dudes go " Shes such a bossy bitch!" and the other just pitched in and they just bitch about their partners. The ladies returned and everything went back to what it was before they left, cheerful. I sat there stunned. I would hate to think that my husband or any other man for that matter would do that.
I must admit this little city is finally getting to me. The majority of the people are shallow and extremely patriotic, which is not a bad thing I suppose. I'm not one of those people who care too much about racism. I'm a confident black woman (or as my friend like to put it...brown woman, because we are Islanders or Kanakas) and I'm proud of who I am, where Ive been and where I'm going. But sometimes I stop and look around carefully, let my guard down and allow society's flaws to hurt me. I'm not going to deny that I'm also racist. And I blame that on being human.
I sometimes think that maybe I'm not letting this culture in because of my loyalty to the Japanese culture and way of living. I'm really proud of the Japanese culture, some people might say that its ridiculous because I'm not Japanese. But I felt like I found who I am in Japan, through the culture and all the experiences that Ive been subjected to as a young woman entering adulthood. Sure, I was raised in the Islands but when I reached the age where psychologically I am ready to assume my responsibilities, I left for Japan.
Guess its time to leave the cafe ;) with fond memories of a day well spent.
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