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Nice Ghosts for Kids

My semi weekly managerial meeting was this morning and it was my turn to write the minutes. So I had to actually pay attention. 

Even though the meeting is in Japanese I write the minutes in English and everyone is cool with that. It would take me three times as long to go through and check my Japanese. I do use Japanese words as a matter of efficiency when I don’t have time to think about what something means in English. Today there was talk of gross and net profit margins and I just used the Japanese words because it was easier. Strangely. Even in English I can't explain what a profit margin is.

Today was one of those long tedious meetings. To be fair they're often long and tedious. Our regular update meeting started at nine and naturally started to wrap up around 10:30, but the big boss wanted to also do a detailed explanation and review of the forthcoming fiscal year budget. I was sort of ready. I made my coffee extra strong today.

Kenzo is asking me more often now to show him pictures on my phone of things he’s interested in. Recently it was mummies. The other day it was chimpanzees. Tonight he asked me to see pictures of ghosts. Of course I do my Google image search without the boys seeing. I can only imagine the disaster that would ensue if I just googled ghosts with them observing and super scary nightmare inducing stuff came up. I ended up using my brain and instead of just ghosts I Googled "nice ghosts for kids."

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