And that’s the theme for now.
Today is the first day of Ramadan at the office for this year. I can’t remember how it was last year because I’ve blocked out a lot of my early days at the company out of embarrassment, so I didn’t know what to expect.
Couldn’t fast but I dread explaining to my co-workers and bosses why I couldn’t fast (you know, menstruation and such is not a good topic to break the ice in a whole new country, let alone a conservative one) so during lunch time I went out to Tokyo station next building. It’s literally next to my office, which is a fact I’m still struggling to grasp cos who would believe??
Daimaru is a department store in Tokyo station similar to Isetan in KLCC, so I spend majority of my lunch time there, browsing the makeup and bags and clothes section. Some days, I would go to level 8 and spend half an hour in Tokyu Hands.
Yesterday, I thought I could go to one of the levels’ jibaiki and buy a hot drink (preferably coffee), just sit on one of the benches they provide next to the jibaiki which is quite secluded, finish my drink and go back to the office acting like I’m fasting.
But lo and behold, apparently the universe has another plan for me.
Reached one of the jibaiki, but didn’t like the drinks selection. So went around some levels to look for a good one - only to be disappointed that some levels don’t even have a jibaiki. Saw some Porter bags so took some photos for husband (he didn’t like them). Proceeded to check out other levels, and somehow one is worse than the other - some didn’t even have hot drinks! - so went back to lower level, and found out that the jibaiki only accepts coins, not Suica. Or cards.
At this point I felt like giving up and going back to the office..and one the way back I figured I could just buy at family mart and drink at the benches in Daimaru. So quickly dropped by to buy the drink, paid using PayPay and went back inside Daimaru.
Apparently the coffee I bought is a “butter coffee” flavour so it has a bitter, salty taste. YUCK. Finished 3/4 of it, quickly found a bin and ran out of the Tokyo station back to office.
Conclusion: maybe explaining to my co-workers that during menstruation, women can’t fast is much more easier than having to experience this.
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