I have never seen an angry japanse official. This one is worth watching!
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I'm an American, born and raised in Arizona. I first lived in Japan from 2000-2002, during which time I married my old pen-pal from my college years. We moved to AZ lived there for nearly 10 years, had the multicultural experience of having our home broken into and our stuff stolen and the police not even giving a darn, and moved back here in 2012. Many reasons for moving back, both for wanting stable work and personal reasons. I much prefer living here, but this Covidiot stupidity is just mind-blowing. I've always known masks were stupid, but this superstitious believe in their magic powers to somehow protect people from viruses was never forced on me before. Now it is. I only wear one at work, under my nose so that I can breathe, and do not wear one outside of work. I've been pretty healthy for these past 3 years, but I did catch something in October. I had a very high fever for over 4 days that made me feel weird, but nobody could tell I was sick and even the little students who jump on me like koalas didn't catch anything from me. Since then, I've felt better than before. I don't care what I had. I just kept it a secret and nobody could even tell.
Well, if you really wanted to live here in Japan, you'd feel it pulling on your heart by now. I will warn you though that for me and many others, after living and working here for 2 years, moving back to America was a very painful experience, almost like the escaped slave from Plato's cave. People would ask me what it was like living in Japan, and after a while I realized it was best to just tell them "it was a life-changing experience" and leave it at that because how I would tend to answer the question would bore most people. For 10 years, I felt like there was a part of me I left behind. When I would return to visit once a year, I felt reunited with that part of me that stayed behind, and I felt whole for a few weeks. Then I'd return to the land of blubber butts, tattooed skanks, cretins, and people in line at the supermarket's register and complain to anyone within earshot about how slow the line is going.
In America, I worked overtime on evenings and sometimes weekends as necessary. Here in Japan, people stay late to appear busy because it's expected of them. As a teacher in Japan I'm exempt from that virtue signalling, but I did work for a company for about 8 months and I had the pleasure of sitting at my desk until at least 6:30pm pretending to look busy, even though there wasn't anything that couldn't wait until the next day, just to make the bosshole happy.
I've no idea if the work you do now cannot be done by a Japanese citizen, but know that unlike most of Asia, Japanese can't speak English worth crap as it is regarded more of a hobby than an actual means of communication. It's not like Singapore or Philippines where everyone speaks English. This can lead to some serious isolation issues. If you have questions about stuff, you can contact me directly.
Oh, I forgot to answer your question... This entire time, I have avoided masks. Most places don't say anything. Once at a grocery store, a woman came up and was all virtuous about masks and asked if I had one. I simply told her that I don't need one, nor does she. She had no response and I kept going. Sometimes I might say "you watch too much TV." Once I was refused service by a crepe truck. I was standing OUTSIDE and he still refused to serve me. I was about to plop 1700 yen on crepes, so I walked away. I didn't have one because I had just driven my daughter to get her hair cut and all I had been doing was waiting for her in the car. Last weekend I was in Utsunomiya with my friend visiting from AZ and went around everywhere without a mask and nobody gave any grief. Then we went into Yellow Submarine and a clerk came up to my friend and asked him to wear a mask, and he was surprised and suddenly compliant. If the clerk had approached me instead, I would have said, "Mask? Oh no! I don't wanna die!"