Narita Airport
Tsukuba Monogatari: 23rd post
There must be a Murphy’s Law to account for this phenomenon: Just as you enter the homestretch, and you think you won’t possibly be able to finish all your reports, feedback meetings, Christmas shopping, packing, etc., in time to get onto your plane – everyone in the world suddenly wants to have dinner with you. I’m not complaining; I just wonder why one’s social life tends to be feast or famine (twelve weeks of famine with a week-long feast at either end).
I knew something was up when I stopped in at the office after 4:30 on Friday after a 2-day off-site intensive and David said, “Ogino-san was looking for you.” “Ogino-san?” I asked, thinking I’d heard wrong. Ogino-san has been avoiding me for the past three months. I tried memos, telephone calls, e-mail, stopping by his cubicle, hiding behind the potted plant in the cafeteria and pouncing on him as he passed – all to no avail. Could there be another Ogino in the company? After all, there are four Satos, five Kobayashis, and several Ishiyamas and Ohtsukas – but Ogino is a pretty uncommon name. I went over to his cubicle, and it was indeed he who had been looking for me. He wanted to invite me to an “enkai” at his house. I guess the moral of the story is: If all else fails, leave.
“Narita:” Courtesy of Kentaro Iemoto. Licensed under cc by-SA 2.0.
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