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Japan has many historic places. One of them is Kawagoe. It is a very nice, calm town.   There are so many historic sites. One of them is Chabudai.   Chabudai is a nice guest house in Kawagoe. There is a small cafe/diner on the first floor. They hold different events every week. One of them is that you become a chef. On Saturday evening, my friend made her debut as a chef. Her cooking is very good. Another friend of ours went there to support her. Many people came as she cooked in the kitchen. Compared to a Western-style kitchen, this kitchen is small and open. She cooked and talked with her customers.                                            Of course, I ordered Kawagoe sake. It was very good. Next time, I would like to try it warm.   We ordered deep-fried pork cutlets and vegetables. For dessert, she made carrot cake with lemon cream cheese frosting.   Thi...
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Another work drama

So, again, work drama happened. 
It started on Friday. In the morning, the program director called in sick. He wasn’t feeling well because of his treatment. He called in another teacher to cover his morning class. That was that. 
The problem was that there wasn’t anyone who could cover his afternoon classes, which he had two. We were asking other teachers to see if they could come in and cover his classes. Nobody was available cause it is last minute. That is understandable. 
So, the lady who handles all the documents texted him and asked if he could come in only for the afternoon. In the text, he could come in. 
Then, as soon as he came in, he went to the office and asked why she didn’t cancel the classes. Based on my own experience with him, his tone of voice or body language spoke louder than his actual words. He raised his voice at her. He even compared his illness to other people’s illnesses. That we all understand. She was just doing her job and asked him just because there wasn’t anyone. He could have said, “No, I can’t.” Because such interactions (small ones) had been happening so many times, she was feeling stressed and anxious. His loud voice, word choices, and body language made her feel overwhelmed, and she burst into tears. Around him, everybody feels like that because he isn’t doing his job. He does not proactively talk to people and come up with plans that should prevent such incidents from happening. 
I am starting to think that maybe he is not equipped to be a director. To me, being a director has responsibilities to execute one’s duties as well as to improve oneself to lead better and to communicate better. Yes, he is the one who is in my other work drama. 

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