a goodmorning, and other such novel ideas.

the first time someone came to deliver a package to me at my apartment, i was kind of frightened. it was 6am. for some reason i had been awake (sleep deprivation is an all-too-common occurrence for me during transition periods/major life changes/etc.), although was not sure how to comprehend my door bell being rung at that hour with no-one at my front door. i later found out it was the post office delivering a package at the building's front door and i could use my apartment's intercom to let them in.

so, this morning my doorbell rang again...although, at the more appropriate hour of 9am. i was delighted and confused. this time, i was aware of the intercom technology at my discretion. and i used some japanese! indeed! enough to translate "excuse me? yes? i do not understand japanese." and the post office deliver quickly responding "this is the post office delivering your package. please open the door and i will bring it to you."

YES,　SIR!

literally ten seconds later, he was at my front door handing over MY BANK CARD!!!!!
i had opened my bank account two days prior, with the notification of my card being delivered in maybe 10 days...aha! lies! also, i received a notification from my phantom internet provider of a change of credit card form. sweet...i will totally send the phantom internet people my shiny new JAPANESE bank account information via snail mail so that they may make more phone requests to SCHEDULE A TIME TO "CONSTRUCT" INTERNET IN MY APARTMENT THANKYOUVERYMUCH!!!!!

other than very polite post office delivery men ringing my doorbell, i am usually pleasantly awoken by either a cat or the garbage truck playing music that sounds like an ice cream truck.