Saturday: Come home to find out that Josie’s Japanese teacher has given her a hot top since she will soon be moving to a place with a real stove. Josie then gives the hot top to me, thus enabling my life-long dream of squirreling away in my room for hours at a time without having to interrupt my writing flow for tea refills. Cue all my happiness.
Sunday: After testing the hot top to make sure it works, I make a trip to Hanoori Town market to find a suitable and cheap tea kettle. I settle on the Mullet-kettle, as Matt calls it, which looks like the sort of object one might reach for first to bludgeon an intruder with. While there, I also spend entirely too much time ogling the tea pots and cutlery sets, no doubt earning several comments about being a stupid Gaijin.
Monday: After getting distracted by other problems Sunday night, I have to wait until Monday after work to brew my inaugural cup of tea. I turn on the hot top. It doesn’t work. At all. All hope is lost.
Thursday: Curse the gods of whatever I spent the last of my paycheck on and rearrange my entire desk area in preparation of a tea station WHICH WILL HAPPEN AS SOON AS I GET PAID AND CAN GET A NEW HOT TOP. Mope.
Friday: GET PAID. BUY A NEW HOT TOP. DRINK ALL THE TEA.