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Berlitz Loses its Lawsuit Over Striking Teachers

After three years in court, the Tokyo District Court has ruled that there was nothing illegal about Berlitz teachers engaging in strike action for a raise and bonus payment.

In 2009, Berlitz sued a number of its teachers saying their rotating strikes were illegal and damaging the company.

Berlitz had claimed that the teachers were out to damage the company, but it seems that Berlitz has done a good job of doing that all on their own in thinking its could bully the teachers with a lawsuit instead of sitting down and maybe trying to reach some sort of compromise.

The Japan Times article notes:

According to the plaintiffs, union activities including coordinated strikes and delay of written notice of strikes "put the company's existence itself in peril." The plaintiffs claimed that acts by the defendants affected 3,455 classes during the span and caused some of its students to leave the school.

The Begunto blog adds that Berlitz failed to provide any hard evidence as to how much damage the strikes had caused. Good on the teachers and Begunto for sticking to their guns. As for Berlitz, what on earth were they thinking? But that's what happens when you choose to act in bad faith.

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A hollow victory unfortunately, as the action suceeded in its main goal of shutting down the union activism that was going on at the time. Anybody up for a token strike or two now several years down the track? - don't think so.

You wish.

There you have it – no pay rise in 16 years – the GRAVY BOAT sunk many moons ago, would be Eikaiwa drones, many, many, many years ago.

Recall the Story of the Flat Broke and Bloodied 8 years Instructor, and additionally see the reality in the Japan Times – quote unquote “teachers at Berlitz hadn't won an across-the-board raise for over 16 years”

Eikaiwa is now more than ever the incarnation of “The Land of the Nincompoop”.

The Gravy Boat is in Davy Jone’s Locker.

Abandon Ship O Yee Instructors!

Abandon Ship!

O Yee Instructors! Abandon Ship!

I don’t know what to do. I am stuck here. The pay is awful. I am sick of karaoke. The strange things in the super-markets are not so interesting anymore. Japanese manners appear more and more superficial. So many of my students are depressed and over worked. I feel like I am teaching the walking dead who only express what is left of their drained life force by inappropriately laughing like children. I am starting to notice terrible teeth, bad breath and bowlegs more and more. Am I losing my mind? I’m getting so sick of being told I look like Justin Bieber. They don’t really mean it. Even sex is starting to feel like masturbation into a blow-up-doll. The Love Hotel I went to recently, so plastic and clean on the surface, smelt like mould and stale cigarette smoke. The tissue box beside the bed, placed so damn perfectly and so damn precisely within arms reach, annoyed me terribly. I wanted to throw it out the window. What window? Did that girl, as she lay there, saying nothing, really think she had just made love to Justin Bieber? Fuck her. Fuck this place. I am feeling more and more miserable. My supervisor tells me to cheer up and work on self-development. But I feel like punching her in the face. I have noticed there are slight differences in the miso soup from region to the other. Fuck their miso soup. I want a roast dinner. I want to cook in an oven. I am tired of this place.

I left Japan in 2004 because I could see where Eikaiwa was headed and everything I read reinforces my conviction that I made the right decision. I wouldn't mind visiting Japan but I can't even do that because of the ridiculously high yen. Its always easiest for me to admit my mistakes and move on.

Funny how you change your tune once your bubble's burst Mr anonymous. Do you really lack confidence in yourself so much that you get that affected by posters on the Internet making fun of you?

Just to clarify things, as it does appear to be a bit of a mindfuck for you - I'm not an EFL academic, nor do I work in EFL, or eikaiwa. You've obviously been led up the garden path somewhere or other.

I haven't made any assumptions about your occupation Mr Sutcliffe, and I am not sure what led you to assume otherwise. However, just to clarify things: I am not an EFL academic either. Nor indeed do I work any longer in EFL or eikaiwa. I would be a pretty sorry so and so if I did, given my views on these industries. However, I do still live in Japan, and I do have an ongoing interest in langugage learning for its own sake.

I'm not sure what you mean about burst bubbles, I'm afraid. If people want to brand me a troll for talking about what interests me, then I am happy to do the decent thing and desist.

Coming off my seventh punch in the balls in seven weeks, you know what? I fuckin’ hate Kid’s Classes! That’s what! And what the damn hell is the matter with the rotten little bastard’s parents? They not only encourage it but they laugh at it and applaud it! Is there anywhere else in this world where you find yourself coughing up a crushed testicle while the parents of the demonic little shit who put it there stand back, laughing and clapping? Is there anywhere else on this planet besides this shit hole where grown adults think that kind of behaviour is normal? Well is there? And swallow this. Crippled with the kind of pain that only men know of I tell the mother it is NOT FUNNY and then end up with a student complaint and my carrot up her ass Mother Superior supervisor giving me a moral lecture about “the customer always being right”! What the fuck? And then the mad bitch launches into a diatribe about it “being normal” and to take it as being a “sign of affection and acceptance into Japanese Society”. Well thank you Fraulein Fuhrer, I am so damn lucky and appreciative! Stupid bitch!

Mr Genki,

I too felt your pain but there is an answer. Come home...... I know you wanted to experience something different when you left all those years ago but you were young and needed the stimulation! It is time to return to the good things you used to take for grant:

Not being a second class citizen.
Not being a victim of passive aggressive racism.
Having employment rights.
Having civil rights.
The right to vote (Oh god I love that one).
Having managers at work who actually have a clue and haven't just been there the longest.
Having sex with people because the fancy you and not your social significance as an "alien".
The RULE OF LAW (oh God I love that one).
TV that isn't about cooking.
TV that isn't cheap.
TV that isn't sexist, racist and exploitative.
Pavements everywhere.
The ability to ask rational and logical questions and have someone think about the answer rather than quote from a book.
The possibility of a job as something other than the organ grinder's monkey.
The absence of pseudo-intellectual wannabe academics from the ELF world who failed to grow up and get a real job (honestly it is like having a PHD in flipping burgers at McD's, laughable)

OK, the food won't be as good but no where is perfect.

And when you go for a swim you don't have to put up with cunts walking in the swimming pool

Dear Lord, some people's minds get completely warped by living in Japan!

I love how these stories of real life experience always manage to squeeze out the good or the bad. As such, they are two dimensional. Funny, yes---and with quite a bit of insight. But not 100% accurate.

He's lost it completely. Clearly he's fallen for, and had a psychological breakdown about, the cover story and impression that was put out by "Whacko Macko" that he was an EFL academic. So much so that he's bombarded the board with links to postings by obscure, irrelevant EFL "academics" at colleges that nobody's ever heard of, all to undermine what he perceives as "Whacko"'s "opinion" on error correction, simply because he couldn't handle "Whacko" giving him shit for landing up in some cheapskate charity job, dishing out porridge to "nig-nogs" as he calls them.

Clearly, he needs to get some confidence back. Nova, Japan and the charity world have driven him totally bonkers, while the "Whacko Macko" character has become a demon that he just can't exorcise or conquer.

Sad what eikaiwa can do to people.

Hmm. We are talking about 2 links provided to pre-admittedly left field journals as well as one link to a foriegn language class. That's right only two links to journals. I would hardly describe that as being a bombardment. There has, however, been a subsequent bombardment of of complaints and accusations for doing that. This latest one suggesting that the ideas I am promoting represent some kind of a personal attack on somebody. They do not. I am interested in ideas, not personalities.

I might point out that the articles referenced, as well as the journal, were not in fact EFL publications. They are devoted to the topic of foriegn language learning generally as were my comments.

Hmm. We are talking about 2 links provided to pre-admittedly left field journals as well as one link to a foriegn language class. That's right only two links to journals. I would hardly describe that as being a bombardment. There has, however, been a subsequent bombardment of of complaints and accusations for doing that. This latest one suggesting that the ideas I am promoting represent some kind of a personal attack on somebody. They do not. I am interested in ideas, not personalities.

I might point out that the articles referenced, as well as the journal, were not in fact EFL publications. They are devoted to the topic of foriegn language learning generally as were my comments.

Hmm. We are talking about 2 links provided to pre-admittedly left field journals as well as one link to a foriegn language class. That's right only two links to journals. I would hardly describe that as being a bombardment.

I'd ignore "Coburg Savoy Man", I think he's talking crap. Probably sock-puppeting as well.

"I'd ignore "Coburg Savoy Man", I think he's talking crap."

Very very insightful there Mr. X. It really adds to the debate on here having people like you with such well-reasoned opinions.

"Probably sock-puppeting as well."

Again, another insightful, well-thought-out, reasoned opinion there.

You don't know this guy as well as I do from having to deal with him over on Nova Teachers United for years on end. It's all part of his paranoia about me and this "Whacko Macko" character.

Further to the point about charity, these pieces from respected organizations and individuals demonstrate that charity mainly causes harm, and that anybody engaged in it that thinks they're doing any good is deluding themselves.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/ethics/charity/against_1.shtml
http://business.myjoyonline.com/pages/news/200804/15704.php
http://www.garretthardinsociety.org/articles/art_lifeboat_ethics_case_ag...

Where are you now old Dickmeister, up in the Nuba Mountains feeding the the fleeing chipmunks?

Well, I'm not sure of the relevance of the topic of charitable institutions. There is, however, an interesting sideline of the nature of mental illness. The genereal consensus is that Syd Barrett (as an example of phenomenon only) was a schizophrenic and that is the main reason for his demise from rock star greatness. However, there is another strand of opinion that Syd deliberately manufactured an illusion of schizophrenic like symptoms in order to enhance his image as a psychadelic space cadet. In the cold light of medical reality however, Syd eventually died of complications from diabetes. If he had just taken his meds, like the doctor told him, he'd still be with us today. RIP Syd.

Very very insightful there Mr. X. It really adds to the debate on here having people like you with such well-reasoned opinions.

Hah. You're one to talk. Your response to anything posted here seems to be a tirade of guff about stalkers, charity workers and "whacko macko."

You don't know this guy as well as I do from having to deal with him over on Nova Teachers United for years on end. It's all part of his paranoia about me and this "Whacko Macko" character.

No, I don't know who you're talking about and I suspect you don't either. I see nothing in the last few posts to suggest that anyone like the person you describe has been posting here.

Further to the point about charity, these pieces from respected organizations and individuals demonstrate that charity mainly causes harm, and that anybody engaged in it that thinks they're doing any good is deluding themselves.

Why are you cluttering up these threads with crap about charities? Who even cares? It's supposed to be a thread about Berlitz.

Where are you now old Dickmeister, up in the Nuba Mountains feeding the the fleeing chipmunks?

What does that even mean?

"Hah. You're one to talk. Your response to anything posted here seems to be a tirade of guff about stalkers, charity workers and "whacko macko.""

Please point out where I have come out with a "tirade of guff" about "stalkers, charity workers and 'whacko macko'". If you can't do that, desist with the unfounded and unreasoned accusations. It only reflects badly on you.

"No, I don't know who you're talking about and I suspect you don't either. I see nothing in the last few posts to suggest that anyone like the person you describe has been posting here."

I'll repeat myself again until it sinks in - you don't know this guy like I do, therefore, as you said, you don't know what you're talking about.

If you really want answers to your other questions, I suggest you check back on this forum and Nova Teachers United. All the answers you need will be there.

Just watch the tirade of guff that will now follow about stalkers, charity workers and whacko macko, and another dose of aggression from the vitriolic mind of Mr X.

Be very careful Mr X. You're being suckered in by an infamous Super Troll that frequents both this forum and NTU.

This creature has suckered in countless victims hook, line and sinker for years on end, even going so far as to trace its victim's IP addresses, pinpointing their very location, stalking them as they go about their daily business, following them up escalators, peering up their skirts and taking peek-a-boo shots of their knickers. And that's only the tip of the iceberg.
(I had to warn Matthew Allen of the Tokyo Union about this, after he provided a link to his profile page - see "Warning to Matt Allen" http://www.letsjapan.org/shawn/2010/11/01/the-bottom-the-barrel.html?page=1 )

The only way to deal with a troll is to ignore it, so I'd advise ignoring it. I would have thought another round of deletions is due. Moderator?

It looks like my stalker is back, up to its old tricks again and sowing seeds of confusion. I don't know what its peculiar fascination is with me, but one would have thought that any normal person would have long since got over such issues. This particular creature clearly hasn't, which is why I thought the Syd Barrett analogy was particularly apt.

Please point out where I have come out with a "tirade of guff" about "stalkers, charity workers and 'whacko macko'". If you can't do that, desist with the unfounded and unreasoned accusations. It only reflects badly on you.

Well, how about those links to articles about charities?

I'll repeat myself again until it sinks in - you don't know this guy like I do, therefore, as you said, you don't know what you're talking about.

All right, explain why you think the "anonymous"poster here who's been writing about the pointlessness of ELT is the same person as this NTU troll you keep going on about. You make allegations like that, you back them up or you shut up.

What you have to understand with this person is that he basically uses these forums as his playground. Whether it's because he's bored, hasn't got a life, or just wants a bit of entertainment, that's the way he looks at this place.

He sees this "Whacko Macko" character as he calls him as his arch-nemesis, some "thing" in cyberspace that he has to beat down and conquer. He sees it as a contest to see who can outwit, wind up or put down the other more effectively.

He also enjoys stirring the pot with his sock-puppeting and inflammatory comments, thereby provoking more confusion and discord. It gives him a "supreme kick", as he's admitted, and he's managed to do that very effectively yet again. In fact, this time, he's so underhanded about it, it's very hard to recognize. Suffice to say that, if you look back through his posts on here, you'll see the same theme of trolls, stalkers and "whacko macko".

What's more, he creates the impression that it's other people, not him, who are the root cause of all this. I'm sure you don't understand any of this Mr X, and probably never will - in fact, I'm sure you think it's me that's causing all this - which is why I'd advise you back away and leave well alone, unless you want to unwittingly help him stir up another cauldron of trouble. You're just playing into his hands.

Yeah home IS looking more and more like the only answer. I’ll wait for the crown jewels to recover and have a serious think about it. Meanwhile the upside of having badly bruised and battered balls is that at least I am beginning to sound like Justin Bieber. Yep, you can now call me Justin Bieber all you like you bunch of weirdos, cause at least I now got the squeaky voice to go along with it. Bring it on fuckers! Man, it’s a fuckin’ sideshow here. I can’t escape the thought that I am some kind of freak on display. Justin Bieber my ass! You fuckers treat my like the Elephant Man! What am I doing here? English teacher? Shut the hell up ass-hole and do my job! “Hello, how are you? I am fine thank you”. Christ! My brain is seriously turning into potato mash. Is this really what it is all about? Is this what I signed up for? I’m slowly going mad. I gotta get out of this place. The train ride to work yesterday was again wonderfully interesting. Yeah, right! As usual, most people were asleep and of course those who weren’t were sitting there, backs straight and hands on their knees, with totally expressionless looks on their faces and with eyes staring into nothingness. Those fuckin’ eyes! OF COURSE pointing at the exact same angle as those endless fuckin’ bows! Do they give electro-shock therapy on mass to commuters here? I try so hard not to let the thought creep into my head but I can’t help thinking this whole place is a mad house. What the fuck is the matter with these people? On crowded trips the monotony of it all is occasionally broken by an exhausted person collapsing to the floor. It’s usually a skeletal woman dressed in typical office flower attire, which by the way here might as well be the fuckin’ national uniform for girls her age. Did she faint from exhaustion? Did she faint from malnutrition? Or was it a combination of both? I’ll never know the answer. I don’t even want to know the answer anymore. And you know what usually happens when she hits the deck? Usually fuckin’ nothing! That is of course UNLESS her usually well crossed legs end up spreading in the tangled mess of her unconsciousness. What follows is all pretty subtle so you have to have been livin’ in this land of the fuckin’ dead for at least a while to catch it. If you look closely enough at the corpse-like faces of the nearby middle-aged salary-men you will notice the slightest change in those vacant stares. Still the men sit there, hands on knees, heads still slightly tilted down and pointing straight ahead. Choose one man. Look closely at those reptilian eyes buried in that skull of his. Just like a snake ever so quietly watching a very timid mouse inching by, you will notice they slowly, slowly move. To avoid detection they reposition little by little, micro-millimetre by micro-millimetre, until finally they come to rest on what? SURPRISE SURPRISE, the exposed pristine white panties of the maiden in distress, that’s fucking what! Sometime you will see a slight twitching of a left or right nostril, or a mild shake of a left or right knee, and then those beady black eyes slowly inch their way back to their normal position, staring vacantly straight ahead, as if fuckin’ nothin’ in the world had happened to begin with! This place makes me wanna scream!

I think I have Eikaiwa Induced Depressive Disorder. I was trying yesterday to snap myself out of the blues by thinking about the brighter points of my workday. Let me tell you, it was a fuckin’ struggle. I am not an overly sexed person. Fuck no! I don’t take pride in how many students I bag like some of the other guys. Granted I am no fuckin’ Saint but hey, I seriously take no pride in volume. I am a peg above all that shit. AND YET the only highlight I could come up with is when this strangely gorgeous YUMI chick occasionally comes to my class. She always arrives unannounced. She does not say much, but hey, she smiles a lot and she dresses like one of those anime characters! Talk about ring my bell! On a good day you would swear she was a space cadet who had just walked off the set of the original Star Trek series! What’s my attraction? I am in trouble now. She can barely string a fuckin’ sentence together! Is it a fetish thing? Surrounded by kinky Love Hotels and dirty comic book stands at stations, have I become hooked on weird Japanese sex fantasy stuff? Do I really want to fuck her because of her tantalizing alien qualities? Jesus Christ! I have become a sexual deviant! The Star Trek Uniform turns me on and the mascara plastered all over her tweety bird fake eyelashes makes me sexually ravenous! Fuck it, fuck it, and fuck it! I am worse than those filthy old perverts on the train! Is it my surrounds? Or has the lack of intellectual stimulation at work stripped my human instincts down to their filthy animal worst? What the fuck is the matter with me? Would I introduce her to my friends back home? No way! Would I want any of the girls at work to know I was fucking her? No way! Would I cum and then instantly ask Scotty to beam me up? Fuck yes! And yet that’s the fuckin’ highlight of my day? Oh Christ! What has become of me? Meds, meds, I need meds.

@Mr Genki - Really? Is that really what it is like? You sound like your going insane. What you have written should be in a journal next to you as you rock backwards and forwards slowly, contemplating the end.
I came on this blog to look and see what it was actually like working in Japan. There has GOT to be a middle ground between Mr Genki's insane ramblings, and the faked monotone descriptions provided by recruitment agencies. Christ, will someone explain to me calmly what it is like living and working in Japan?

It’s not too fuckin’ bad in the early days because frankly it’s a bit like living on another fuckin’ planet. Kind of exciting actually. Perhaps that explains my state of arousal when I see Star Trek Yumi. Could be there is a common theme of space exploration bubbling away. Perhaps her intergalactic presence reminds me of those stirring virgin days in this fuckin’ shit hole. Maybe that’s why I can’t shake that unwanted feeling that I should bend her over my desk in broad daylight, and in a mad frenzy fuck her hard from behind. Dust covered feelings of nostalgia manifesting themselves via an erection, as my departure date gets closer and closer? Fucked if I know. All I do know is there is NO fuckin’ middle ground in this grey, inwardly looking place. Life here for us foreigners is all about stages. It kicks off with feelings of exhilaration. The more you learn about the place, how it actually works and where you do and don’t fit in, those sensations slowly disintegrate though various stages to the one which I am fast approaching. The “Time to get the Hell out of Dodge Stage”! Would you like me to talk more of the happy little times in the various stages? Well I can’t be fucked. Find out for yourself. There ARE however a few who plough through what IS the last stage for most. They bunker in for the long haul. Oh yes, until fuckin’ death do us fuckin’ part. They don’t exist in large numbers BUT they do stand out, if you have been around long enough. I call them Grey Ghosts. I will NEVER let myself become one of them. They don’t seem sad but they definitely lack genuine happiness. In the early days I was admittedly curious about them. Of course I fuckin’ was. I thought they must be on to something and were subtly trying to keep it secret. Had they found a Japanese Nirvana? How do you get an oven, but otherwise live like the Japanese? What about some of that “whatever” for me? That is until I slowly figured out they were just escaping. But what are they evading? Where are they escaping to? This fuckin’ place? Perhaps extremely sensitive or emotionally damaged people back home, they hide and find comfort in the well-defined clock mechanism that forms the greater fuckin’ machine of Japan. Just like the Japanese salary men, they don’t polish their shoes, and they dress very conservatively. Well pressed shirts and pants. Dated steel rimmed rectangular spectacles. Sometimes there is a hint of oppressed individuality that comes through. Slightly oily hair or a touch of dandruff. But otherwise spick and span. They are not ones to argue but they block out negativity. You can’t get emotionally close to them and they have no desire to get emotionally close to you. They back off in an instant, but without a hint of aggression. In a superficial kind of way they are friendly enough, even though they rarely socialize. I figure the brain dead aspect of the JOB works for them. They punch in, politely do the simple tasks they are paid to do, punch out, and “poof” disappear into the crowd like a fart in the wind, with no need to explain or justify themselves to a living soul. Japanese? White Soldier Ants? Walking Dead? I believe they just want to be left alone. Very alone. Well this place provides both an income and plenty of that. It’s a Mecca for that, even for the Japanese themselves. I don’t want it. No fuckin’ way! Yep, it’s fast approaching time to move on.

Yeah, I am not going to Japan anymore. Maybe on holiday for a week or two. But after reading this, I will stick to Thailand or somewhere where people smile.

Thanks for the insight. I hope your life gets better.

People like you really piss me off. How the fuck can you speak for EVERY foreigner in Japan? You don't know shit, pal, and that's why you've done a drawn out slow motion crash and burn, and are now blaming everyone but yourself. People like you are just born, to achieve FUCK ALL in life, because you'e never developed a spine. I'm sure they'll just be lining up at the airport, to welcome you back home, you self pitying knobhead.

Oh Mr Benkei you angry little man.

Sounds like you might be suffering from Eikaiwa Induced Depressive Disorder?

Or maybe it is post traumatic (I thought working at a Japanese Uni would give me some job satisfaction but I am exploited as a second class citizen just the same as before) stress?

I am not a trained professional but I recognize the signs my friend.

Time to get on a plane a rediscover your more stable self in your home country?

Honestly I think it would solve all those repressed frustration issues. I know your PHD in speaking English won't mean much in the real world but you might feel better.

Mr Genki nailed it!

His description of the Japan long haul victim is SPOT ON!
You don't want to end up some emotionally repressed hermit.

If you have some deep seated emotional trauma and need to escape then maybe.
Unless you limit yourself to 9 months there is no way you should contemplate this move to Japan.

I value my fleeting sanity, so I will take your advice pal.

Ending up like Benkai? No thanks.

Oh where are you now, Mr X?

Do you really lack all that confidence? Now if I had someone warning me of a whole heap of hellish trouble if I didn't stop messing with their brain and I was standing with them in their kitchen and they had a big knife in their hands - well OK in those circumstances I might show them a little professional courtesy. But over the internet? Dark warnings? come on. Show some balls Mr X.

Time to bring back login names, or vetting of messages before they're posted.

Too right Shawn.

Yes. For goodness sakes. Stop this rot.

Buried by the excitement of being in another fuckin’ planet, in the beginning I actually barely fuckin’ noticed our second-class citizen status. Tainted fuckin’ foreigners, but I didn’t care! Truth is I knew it was there! I did! I didn’t give a shit! I had read about it. I even saw it on my fuckin’ contract! There is no doubt about it! But if I could just ignore all of that negative shit and grow a spine. There was a place for me SOMEWHERE among all those blue roofs nestled between factories, or in the mountains, or by a river, or in the next city, perhaps in a different prefecture, wherever, it was there, somewhere. How about in the middle of one of those gorgeous Edo period villages? Could I actually live in the one the sources of Hayao Miyazaki’s imagination? Fuck yes! Blinded by a sense of adventure I chose to ignore the truth. Thanks for pointing the truth out. Important for me just now. But there was a very small part of me which was always conscious deep down inside that gai-jin ARE broadly classified as low life scum with a very defined purpose and end-use. The point back then was, who gives a fuck about reality? Something new. Something different. And besides, surrounded by a million and one new, curious and honest little friends who made so many of us feel so liked and appreciated, what kind of a brain dead moron was going to fuckin’ complain? Me? Fuck no! PhD in English Speaking in hand (sorry for snatching that), whoo hoo, a job which was more like play acting than working, double whoo hoo, invited out, wined, dined, new foods, new tastes, new smells, shown the local sites, treated like a demigod, or so I thought, even fucked senseless on occasion, triple whoo hoo, why not just let sleeping dogs lie? But no one can defeat the hands on the reality clock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Yes, the good ole fuckin’ “HONEYMOON” period! Memories! Not all bad. But so fuckin’ over it now! I tried like so many others to resurrect it. Avoid Japan critical people. Block them out. At one point, I fuckin’ hated them. Oh how I fuckin’ hated them! But I initially felt quite sorry for them. Those poor spineless fools! But that eventually moved onto rage. I became highly allergic to people who so much as even suggested the reality that indeed something is quite amiss with this place. They angered me. I wanted to control their words, or make them be gone. Anyone here or back home who threatened my efforts to extend or reignite my precious honeymoon period, the enemy! Fuck off and leave me alone! Move here. Move there. Shut it all out, and do things my way. Then the next stage, then the next stage, two stages forward, one stage back, thinking I was so unique, but obliviously slowly floating along in a current with the rest of the fuckin’ scum. Not anymore. I admit it. This shit hole has got me fuckin' beat. The excitement I have in my heart today? I bought my ticket home yesterday. Quadruple whoo hoo!

I’m tired. I am tired. I am tired. I feel like I have had an intrusive frontal lobotomy. It’s been too fuckin’ easy. It’s been to fuckin’ weird. I feel so fuckin’ drained. I feel so fuckin’ deflated. I truly feel intellectually fuckin’ pack raped! It’s like someone has crept in and given me a vivisection. It’s the fuckin’ job. It’s this fuckin’ place. Eikaiwa has removed my brain and some fucker has taken a great big steaming dump in my cranial cavity. Sure, they’ve stitched me up so nobody can see. And they’ve made sure my fuckin’ necktie sits where it is supposed to be. But I just can’t think straight with a head full of their shit. I can’t! I simply can’t! During my last lesson I swear I could feel dribble dripping from the left hand corner of my mouth. Sitting there, watching the clock tick, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, wondering if Mrs. Parsnip Head was finally going to say a word. Something. Anything. Anything. Anything other than her usual waffle about her fuckin’ commute to this lunatic school. More like her fuckin’ commute to my cushioned prison cell. Why does she like me? Why? Why the fuck does she like me? Why the fuck does she keep booking my lessons? I fuckin’ hate her. I hate her. I want to take her to a vet and have the brain dead bitch put down. I hate her! I hate this place!

You know. The strangest thing happened this morning. I woke up this morning and lying there, right beside me was - you'll never guess it- Mrs Parsnip Head. 'What the fuck are you doing here?' I said. 'Get out of my bed'. 'There there, dear' she replied.' You just had another one of those bad dreams of yours. Why don't you toddle on over to the computer and read some old Let's Japan posts. You'll soon feel better.'

A cold nauseous sweat broke over my whole body, and I rushed to the window. Arrgggh. I'm not in Japan. I'm in Australia and I'm married to Mrs Parsnip Head. Take me back to Japan, please.....'

>>Where are you now old Dickmeister, up in the Nuba Mountains feeding the the fleeing chipmunks?<<

Let Africa die I say (or kill each other). If the place can't look after itself, it's not our problem. They're condemned to death.

Mr Genki, you simply MUST write a book! Your observations on the Japanese are hilarious, and the way you write them - mouse and snake metaphor for one = genius! If you write a book I'll buy it! You so hit the nail on the head about Japan through your frustrations. You've got author potential to rival, and surpass, 'lost In Translation'.

On reading more, through your obviously dark humor (are you a Brit?) you nail the truth so beautifuly. I am an escapee; I thought Japan might hold for me what was misisng in my miserable life back home, and now...after well over a decade of searching for what isn't there in Japan, I am packing up my lot and going back home, to what I thought I was escaping from. Well, where else is there to go? I hope death is more fun that life, I really do!

'..after well over a decade of searching for what isn't there in Japan...'

The most important word to pay attention to in this line is the word 'there'. Truly an act of literary genius to choose the word 'there' rather than 'here'. The pathos is intense.

You too should write a book ALT slave. And by all means publish it in full on the blogs of Let's Japan.

I remember being in Mr Genki's situation. I didn't see any good long term prospects in Japan and was also going insane. I don't want to live in Japan but I also don't want to marry a girl from my country. I just can't do it.

I felt so very fuckin’ important when I was invited to my first Japanese Wedding. Oh yes, I, Sensei, had finally made it into the BIG LEAUGE of Social Acceptance. Holding the invitation in my hand it was like I had finally broken through the fuckin’ sound barrier! Hoo fuckin’ Rar! I was for a moment or two overwhelmed by feelings of excitement. It was like I had just passed some sort of exam! Now I’m getting somewhere! I really am! BUT hang on a second. Who is this invitation from? Who the fuck is getting married? Keiko? I don’t know any fuckin’ Keiko! Hmm, let me think. Keiko. Hmmm. Keiko. Oh Keiko! It must be black-toothed Keiko from the front desk at work! Marrying who? Kenji? Kenji? I definitely don’t know any fuckin’ Kenji! Who the fuck is Kenji? Hmmm. That’s a bit odd. I didn’t even know she was fuckin’ engaged! The sly bitch! Well I’ll be fucked! Yes, different strokes for different folks I thought to myself, BUT at the same time I seriously doubted I would be able to pick them out in a crowd. Any redeeming features? Keiko’s ass was unusually flat. She had the body of an undernourished child. But that’s not so unusual. That thinning hair on the verge of becoming a bald patch that so gracefully extends the size of her crown? Nope. That’s not particularly unusual either. Maybe the combination of the two? Unique enough? Maybe just. Perhaps if I really tried hard I could at least spot HER from behind in a crowd. But as for their histories, their childhoods, their likes, their dislikes, how they met, when they met, where they met, anything of importance AT ALL OTHER than the fact I was employed by the same shitty company as this prawn like human being, well I just kept drawing blanks. Blank after blank after blank. As the initial tide of exhilaration started to recede, I started to feel a little embarrassed. Doubts started to creep in. Had they made a mistake? Surely not. No, it can’t be right. Let me look again. Yes, that IS in fact MY name printed on the invitation. But it’s crazy. I don’t fuckin’ know them! Not from a bar of soap! I really don’t! I really shouldn’t go. But what the fuck, I really am curious. Could be fun. I'm kind of done with the gai-jin bar scene anyway. Yeah could be really good fun. Real Japan. Me. A part of it. Fuck it! And who the fuck cares anyway? God damn it! I am going! It’s a Japanese honor that has been bestowed on me and I, Sensei, am off to my first Japanese Wedding! Whoo Hoo!

It looks like he's well and truly out the game yet again, after he was outed as nothing more than a flamer and abuser. Now he's reduced to these long, crazed posts about nothing in particular.

Is anybody actually reading them? I didn't think so.

Hello Peter,

I just want to say that I really relate to your posts.

My time in Japan was almost destroyed by the feeling that I was being sucker punched by trolls.

I could have spent so much more of my time studying and assimilating but the trolls really got the better of me.

They were spears to my heart.

It was like they were stopping me from intergrating.

Their words felt like acid being poured on the pleasure of my experience.

I should have done more to enjoy my life but I felt compelled to continue my daily ritual of engorging myself on troll droppings.

I became convinced that everything and anything they said was specifically directed at me.

I became furious. But I literally could not help myself.

Bit by bit I began to metamorphize and slowly I became a Super Troll.

But one sunny day I finally realised I was actually looking for excuses to blame others for my state of intellectual and spiritual paralysis.

I was wanting to apportion blame on them for what was missing in my world.

I realised that other peoples' thoughts and words are just that. Thoughts and words.

I realised that I was the Master of my own destiny.

And then I did what all trolls hate. I stopped responding.

And then what happened?

My Japan became exactly that. My Japan.

An imperfect existence. But still an existence.

Yes, I too can relate to what you are saying. It's no good at all is it? And I mean that in the most non judgemental of senses.

Your life in Japan sounds like it was an absolute nightmare Mr anonymous. Brave of you to fess up though. Think of it as therapy.

For me, I come on message boards just for a bit of banter and verbal jousting during my breaks. Japanese culture doesn't provide many outlets for that. Shame that you took such interactions so seriously.

Please continue sock-puppeting and spewing off.

Glad to note that you can put a brave face on it all Peter

No bravery needed when there's nothing to fear.

You are making progress now Pete. There is in fact nothing to fear. Well done. If you can now begin to focus on discharging that impulsive need to knee-jerk then I think we can consider that a quantum leap. Remember this is an empty theatre. It’s not real life. Perhaps think of it as a rehearsal ground for what you might want to take into your bona fide existence. How do you want to come across in the real world? Food for thought? Anyway well done for now and looking forward to more good signs in due course. Until next time have a good rest.

Consider alternative thinking like this Pete. “Japan can be like that at times but it also has a brighter side. When I feel like that I…………"

(a) Go to a festival
(b) Focus on the beautiful colored lights
(c) Go to my favorite pottery shop
(d) Go to an onsen
(e) Go on a train ride
(f) Plan my next vacation
(g) Have a shiatsu massage
(h) Try a new sushi shop
(i) Go to the zoo

You’ll get there. Remember it is your Japanese experience. Good or bad no-one can take that away from you. Overcoming the fear is the first step. You have already done that.

I wondered whether you'd ever get there, but you've finally cracked the code. The enigma, the riddle that's been bugging you, for quite some time it would seem, has all become clear to you.

Let's say it once and for all - this has been a laboratory specimen exercise into cyberworld and the fruitloops that inhabit it, as well as a specialist research assignment into dealing with those fruitloops.

I'm glad that you unwittingly volunteered yourself for this exercise - sorry not to have been clear about it from the beginning, but that would have ruined it. Suffice to say that I have an absolute mountain of material to get through. There are several theses waiting to be written on this, I can tell you!

Once again, very well done for finally working it out after all this time. You're obviously not as stupid as you appear.

Aaah, looks like I spoke too soon. I'll take back my comment about you not being as stupid as you appear. You're clearly still quite thick and haven't worked much out. Good try though.

Keep guessing at who it is I am and what I really do, and keep projecting all your internal fears and anxieties about your experiences into Japan onto me, or anybody else for that matter, even if the recipient has no connection to any of it. If it makes you feel better about that particular stain on your life, I won't get in your way.

Yes. I can see the point you are driving at.

A pity you couldn't see it for so long, indeed it is.

Good progress Pete. There you go. Your Japan was there all along! Now what do you suggest to add to the list? Got the confidence to try? It's ok if you are a little shy. You might have to blow of some cob webs but what the heck. One of my favourites when feeling down is to take a walk. I then count all the new things and sounds I haven't noticed before. There's always something unexpected that pops up. Try it. You might be in for a surprise. Sometimes it's a little thing like a different shaped door. Sometimes it's a bigger thing like a little shop I have never noticed before. The other day I noticed an old woman cleaning a cemetery stone and putting a little can of coffee there for the deceased. I felt emotionally moved. And speaking of emotions, I noticed a couple at the station kiss in public three months ago. That really moved me. Would you like to share some of your experiences?

The big step and possibly the final step for you to take Pete is actually the simplest step of them all.

Instead of being reactionary take a proactive stance.

I hinted at it earlier. I call it the one step leap.

No rights or wrongs, just “I like/dislike living in Japan because…………”

It’s so simple!

Take ownership of how you feel rather than trying to suppress the thoughts and feelings of others when or where in conflict with your own.

Instead of constantly going on the attack when people disagree with you, or simply state a different opinion to yours, or see things differently to you, just talk about your own experiences.

No-one can actually get inside of your head. You will suffer only if you imagine that they have. But more importantly, you need to give up trying to and thinking and believing you can get inside of theirs.

When you do so you just make a jack-ass out of yourself. It's depressing to witness it.

Rule number one Pete.

People are permitted to disagree with you.

If you learn bit by bit to accept that, then your stalking and trolling days may finally come to an end.

Good luck.

Pete, I have to go but before I do some further food for thought which may or may not help you.

Before you respond to a perceived attack, ask yourself at least one of the following questions:

(a) Why do I so constantly seek acknowledgement or approval of my views?
(b) Why do I have allergic reactions to anyone who disagrees with me?
(c) Why do I hate the feeling that people are taking the Mickey out of me?
(d) Will taking the Mickey out of others stop my feeling that others are taking the Mickey out of me?
(e) What is lacking in my life, that makes me feel so sensitive?
(f) Was it lacking before I arrived in Japan?
(g) Has being in Japan truthfully made it worse or better?
(h) Is there anything productive that I can do to change that?

Negative views about Eikaiwa or about Japan don’t have to be your views. They will only consume you if permit them to, or if there is an actual truth in them which you are trying your darnedest to suppress.

Forget about suppressing those feelings. Have a laugh at them while reminding yourself of the positive elements of your own Japan experience and then share those feelings (good or bad).

And do remember that most people who bag and make fun of Eikaiwa or Japan do so because both Eikaiwa and Japan deserve it.

In the case of Eikaiwa it is a no brainer.

It does not mean they literally pathologically hate either or that they hate you for having a different view; even if a few pot shots get pointed in your direction.

It might seem that way but in my case and the in the case of others who I know post in here, it is actually not the case.

Good Mr anonymous, good. Like I said, projecting all your internal fears and anxieties onto an unknown internet poster may well help you get over the condition you're suffering from. If I can act as your personal psychotherapist, onto whom you can displace all of these anxieties, and if that process can help you exorcise those demons from yourself, then I'm glad I can be of assistance to you.

I hope you're finding these sessions beneficial.

Only you can take the step to stop stalking Pete. Only you can stop trolling. You do have the power in you. You can try all you like but you well never stop people venting about Eikaiwa or Japan. No one can. It will go on for eternity. I’ve tried to show you the light. But textbook troll responses are all I see; the elicitation of an emotional response via personal attack. It’s Cherry Blossom time soon. Do you like Cherry Blossoms? I know Japan can be tough and that the isolation may have amplified some deep-seated pre-Japan personal issues, but I bet you still like Cherry Blossom season. I love it. The little blue plastic mats. The smell of the yaki-niku and fresh hops. Hmmmm.

Two little dickie birds sitting on a wall. One named Peter, the other named ANONYMOUS. Pure genius really. You should write poems.

Very, very good. Perhaps you can expand the range of your sock puppets again like you did earlier (about time for another tirade from Mr Genki I think, he's gone very quiet). Obviously I've become an object of fascination to you after my little experiment, but really, there's nothing to fear, as you said yourself. Why you need to emotionally react the way you do, well, only you can answer that, but again, these therapy sessions are designed to unlock those repressed emotions simmering away within you.

Keep it up.

This is very beneficial Peter. Thank you.

While you're at it Peter, perhaps you can reflect on why it is you feel the need for these knee-jerk reactions, not to mention sock-puppet responses, every time your Japan is threatened?

It's good though, and very beneficial.

Come now anonymous. He’s not one to answer questions. There’s something about the way he writes. It’s as if he believes that hand of his is being pushed across a sheet of paper by The Will of God. A shame. There is so much more that can be done with a pen.

He’s exorcised his demons. Leave him be.

(1) I don’t really have to think in my job and I still get paid.
(2) There are no really serious work politics. Just like me 90% of my colleagues are tongue in cheek about it all. We all still get paid.
(3) I still feel in demand though. I can make new acquaintances easily who don’t overly challenge me and are polite and very kind to me.
(4) I feel generally well liked and quite popular.
(5) I don’t feel so overly challenged in a social context. My Japanese friends are very interested in my opinions and do not seek to put me down. They usually nod and smile with regards to what I have to say and seem to agree with my opinions about what is happening in the world and why. I like that.
(6) People laugh at and seem to appreciate my jokes and funny little ways and things.
(7) Girls seem more easily attracted to me
(8) Girls are generally thinner and have bodies closer to those in my favorite magazines
(9) I have lost some weight without really trying
(10) My life is dramatically different to back home

Ah,the honeymoon phase.

Here we go again people. It’s him again. He’s all hopping mad and trying to figure it all out. It’s not possible to enjoy Japan is it Dickie? If you are enjoying it then it must be because you are only in a “honeymoon” phase. Why does ANONYMOUS depiction of his life in Japan set you off? You’re a jealous little Dickie aren’t you?

Carefully does it now young fellow, I'm clearly not who you think. I know not of "Dickie". However, I am indeed jealous of your wide-eyed enthusiasm. Long may it last, you appear to have bucked the trend if you not the newbie your post implied. I'm off for a decent cup of tea. And perhaps a poo.

Stupid ANONYMOUS. You forgot to add point (11):

(11) In Japan my penis size is bigger than below average and I enjoy the fresh level of confidence that brings

(1) I don’t really have to think in my job and I still get paid.
(2) There are no really serious work politics. Just like me 90% of my colleagues are tongue in cheek about it all. We all still get paid.
(3) I still feel in demand though. I can make new acquaintances easily who don’t overly challenge me and are polite and very kind to me.
(4) I feel generally well liked and quite popular.
(5) I don’t feel so overly challenged in a social context. My Japanese friends are very interested in my opinions and do not seek to put me down. They usually nod and smile with regards to what I have to say and seem to agree with my opinions about what is happening in the world and why. I like that.
(6) People laugh at and seem to appreciate my jokes and funny little ways and things.
(7) Girls seem more easily attracted to me
(8) Girls are generally thinner and have bodies closer to those in my favorite magazines
(9) I have lost some weight without really trying
(10) My life is dramatically different to back home
(11) In Japan my penis size is bigger than below average and I enjoy the fresh level of confidence that brings

(1) I don’t really have to think in my job and I still get paid.
(2) There are no really serious work politics. Just like me 90% of my colleagues are tongue in cheek about it all. We all still get paid.
(3) I still feel in demand though. I can make new acquaintances easily who don’t overly challenge me and are polite and very kind to me.
(4) I feel generally well liked and quite popular.
(5) I don’t feel so overly challenged in a social context. My Japanese friends are very interested in my opinions and do not seek to put me down. They usually nod and smile with regards to what I have to say and seem to agree with my opinions about what is happening in the world and why. I like that.
(6) People laugh at and seem to appreciate my jokes and funny little ways and things.
(7) Girls seem more easily attracted to me
(8) Girls are generally thinner and have bodies closer to those in my favorite magazines
(9) I have lost some weight without really trying
(10) In Japan my penis size is bigger than below average and I enjoy the fresh level of confidence that brings
(11) My life is dramatically different to back home

Too much of anything will drive you crazy. Disneyland is a fun place to visit but I wouldn't want to spend everyday of my life there. The same is true for Japan.

I'm finished on these boards. Now that my career as head of EFL at EF English First has taken off, after I completed my TESOL PhD, I no longer need to poke fun at Dicky. I am completely superior to him in every way.

Let him choke on his porridge, stupid cowardly muppet.

I did my PhD and also have a very, very respectable senior position. With my qualifications and high-ranking job in hand and my legitimacy finally intact it is now my intention if I have spare time to restore LJ to normalcy. Together we can show Dicky and people like Dicky the way to success. But I can understand you not having the time though. Head of EFL is very demanding.

>>Let Africa die I say (or kill each other). If the place can't look after itself, it's not our problem. They're condemned to death.<<

I resent the tone of your comments Leroy. I come out here, to West Africa, every 2-3 months. This place NEEDS charity, it NEEDS it. The desperate, desperate poverty is just awful. I saw two little negroes the other day, having stolen an ice cream, get shot to death in front of me by the security police. Bang, right in the head, one bullet each, blood, skull and bits of brain spraying everywhere, like a raspberry sorbet being hit with a cricket bat. So depressing, it really is.

Another time, a guy had a bull shoved right up his arse and out the other end, all because he forgot to pray that morning. Just terrible. But I know that I am doing good, dishing out porridge to these pitiful, hopeless little brown people, because they can't do it for themselves. They need me to lean on, for the rest of their pitifully short lives, keeping them helplessly crippled and dependent on me, and earning me enough to pay my broadband to come on here and boast about it.

Ah yes, life is good. Keep them enslaved to people like me, dear God.

(1) I don’t really have to think in my job and I still get paid.
(2) There are no really serious work politics. Just like me 90% of my colleagues are tongue in cheek about it all. We all still get paid.
(3) I still feel in demand though. I can make new acquaintances easily who don’t overly challenge me and are polite and very kind to me.
(4) I feel generally well liked and quite popular.
(5) I don’t feel so overly challenged in a social context. My Japanese friends are very interested in my opinions and do not seek to put me down. They usually nod and smile with regards to what I have to say and seem to agree with my opinions about what is happening in the world and why. I like that.
(6) People laugh at and seem to appreciate my jokes and funny little ways and things.
(7) Girls seem more easily attracted to me
(8) Girls are generally thinner and have bodies closer to those in my favorite magazines
(9) I have lost some weight without really trying
(10) In Japan my penis size is bigger than below average and I enjoy the fresh level of confidence that brings
(11) They don't play cricket in Japan
(12) My life is dramatically different to back home

seriously, your shit is hilarious. you need to write this up into a short story with segments. i just moved to japan. can't say i agree, but i felt the way you did in korea (almost verbatim).

you speak what so many english teachers have felt. put it together and post it. hell , i'll post it (with credit due to you).

-tim

Since the Jason Russell incident Mr Genki has been very quiet. I am sure he will be back though. Enough bad PR for the time being hey Genkster? So sad. We were all so much looking forward to the next instalment in your madman on the loose in Japan series of balderdash. I think your guru’s antics were more honest and dignified though. Compared with hiding behind the name Mr Genki and taking left jabs at eikaiwa and Japan there's something so incredibly straightforward and pure about taking one’s third world frustrations out on a sidewalk while naked. Perhaps we should all try it.

Hey Charlie boy, why don't you listen to people who know what they're talking about, instead of crusading like some know-it-all, do-gooding white revolutionary.

Think you're doing some good for the world? Think again. This piece, from a respected African economist, shows how charity fails to address the real problems that African societies face, and should be scrapped asap before it does even more damage.

http://business.myjoyonline.com/pages/news/200804/15704.php

I totally agree that charity and aid organizations do more harm than good, focussing on the symptoms rather than the causes. The sooner you lot go away and leave things to people who know what they're doing, the better.

Wow, this discussion made me read a bit of history about relationships between wagerers, labor unions, corporate employers, courts and politicians in Japan. Absolutely fascinating to learn. Thank you!

Strikers at Berlitz still have warning letters in their files accusing them of striking illegally and implying disciplinary action if they strike again.

Warning letters does not surprise me. Nothing does as far as Berlitz goes. Now that the trolls have been wiped out lets try to keep things to topic. Hopefully this time it has learned it's lesson. I do hope this post does not set it off again. It probably will. Just watch and see.

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