Do I have the corporate vision, FatBoy?

I remember that before coming to Japan I researched the eikaiwa thing in depth. I visited all of the discussion boards and Web sites and became a pro-active member in the mass of verbal diarrhoea that is CyberSpace. And what I saw was a bunch of sissy-boy fuckers who couldn't cut it on their own and needed their mothers to administer a bit of hand action occasionally for them to get through life. I thought that the horror stories and propaganda were a big joke. How pathetic can grown people be?

Stuck in BumFuck with a deck of Mild Sevens and a Hard-on

If the title of this story is anything to go by then you'll probably think that what you're about to read is a tale of love, lust, excess, discover and the consumption of cured Albanian foodstuffs at a downtown yakitori bar. Please read on and make your own assumptions.

Eikaiwa: 

Top 10 Reasons to Come to Japan

#10:You like to live in a shoebox & sleep on the floor.
#09:Spending 10.00 US for a hamburger & fries seems reasonable to you.
#08:Standing in line for an hour and getting on a train to be squeezed like a sardine sounds like fun.
#07:Sumo;gotta love those fat boys.Anyone hungry?
#06:Where else can you eat raw fish & not look strange?
#05:J girls.Need I say more?
#04:You enjoy living in a country where you cannot understand anyone.Hey at least you don't have to talk to anyone.

Eikaiwa: 

My Gulag Part V: The Pope Smoked Dope

Guest post by Net Pariah

Japan: 

My Gulag Part IV: The Hungarian Hottie

Guest post by Net Pariah

Japan: 

My Gulag: Part III The Iron Sausage Continued

Guest post by Net Pariah

Japan: 

My Gulag Part II: The Iron Sausage

Guest Post by Net Pariah

Japan: 

My Gulag: Part I

Guest post by Net Pariah

PRELUDE to MY GULAG

Japan: 

Excuse me Satan, But Did You Just Shit Yourself?

Guest post by Skweekah

I have never found teaching classes too bad except for the fact that they can sometimes be so fucking void of mental stimulation. That leads me onto a negative experience with a difference, one of the olfactory kind. 6pm Tuesday evenings are a great time for class. The students are usually young tight arsed dummies who would without doubt offer some kind of cuisine of the palatable variety. I really like Tuesdays.

Lisa's Story

My name is Lisa, and I'm from Vancouver. Pretty much on a lark, I decided I wanted to move to Japan and gave myself one year to save as much as I could (very hard to do when you live in the city). I was interested in teaching English because the pay looked good, the jobs seemed plentiful, and I really was interested in teaching. I figured it was a great way to work and travel.

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