Roppongi

Today I met some setbacks, but not the kind I'm going to get too upset about. Went to visit a recruitment consultant company. They mentioned on their website that people with business experience wanting to get into their business should drop by. This seemed a bit strange to me as I would hate it if people came in looking for jobs unannounced, but I headed over there anyway. I caught them by surprise as the woman who greeted my had no idea why I would come in without an appointment. I took the opportunity to hand off my resume but that was about it.

Fortunately this happened in Roppongi, so at least I got to spend the rest of the afternoon somewhere cool. For those of you who don't know, Roppongi to a Canadian is sort of like Robson Street in Vancouver to a Japanese: it's the first place you become aware of in the city and you spend too much time there because the foreigner-friendly atmosphere caters too much to your comfort level. Here's some scenes from Roppongi:

Of particular interest is the store that sells overpriced fruit. This may not seem noteworthy but I challenge you to guess the price of the below strawberries without enlarging the picture to see the price tag:

That's ¥ 4,200, or about CAD$50 (~$2.25 per strawberry). The melons are even worse. If you're interested, drop by the ground floor of Roppongi Midtown and look for them next to the cooking school. It's pretty easy to spot.

Tomorrow Kuri and I are off to Enoshima. There's this jellyfish place she wants to see really badly. More on that after it happens.