There are a million stories in the city. This is one of them.
Nana had an interview today, while I slaved away at the day job. She had previously arranged for us to meet for dinner at オサカナバル (Fish bleu) in Shinjuku. As it happened, she arrived in Shinjuku two hours before our reservation.
While she was passing the time waiting for me, I was quietly blowing a gasket at the office because a departing colleague had gone over my head to request a favor of the CEO, without even bothering to ask me first. Granted, I’d have said no, but that was out of company policy and accounting rules rather than my own mandate. When the CEO agreed to the request, he didn’t take those things into account, which left my own boss scrambling.
In that mood, I arrived for the feedbag. How did it go?
While Nana had been waiting for me, she did some shopping. This is what I found when we got home.
Not bad, but lacking in maturity. As you can see, I have the situation well in hand …