
As soon as I stepped foot onto the 8
th floor of the
Kencho building (Private Schools Divisions of the Fukuoka Government) I was told I would need an
inkan if I wanted anything in this country. I had no idea what they were talking about but in between their broken English and a few recognizable Japanese words I kept hearing '
inkan,
inkan,
impooo-
tant'. So later that day, supervisor took me to a stamp shop that would make me my
inkan! At first I was rather excited but then I realized that my last name would have to be used (rather than my middle name, which IS Japanese). My supervisor informed me that my
inkan would have to be in
Katakana rather than
Kanji. I
hesitantly wrote my name バーゲット on a piece of paper then handed it to the worker. He looked confused but up for the
challenge. The next day my
inkan was finished and I was able to 'stamp' and sign important documents regarding working in Japan. I was also able to sign up for Yahoo BB (Internet), and get my iPhone! Gotta love that
inkan!
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