I shall try to define myself in a sentence with a pithy comment at the end:
I'm just an English bloke who lives in Canada after marrying a Canadian lady he met while living in Japan. Yeah, that old cliché.
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Colleague 1:
What do you think of the new guy on reception?
Colleague 2:
He seems okay, but...there's just...something...I don't like about him.
C1:
What do you mean?
C2:
It's hard to explain. I just get this weird vibe. Fuiru, do you know what I mean?
Me:
Yeah, it's like he's the type of person who'll invite you to a party, and when you get there you're the only person who turned up, and he'll go out of his way to insist that there are other people coming, but nobody else comes. And it's really awkward because you think you should go but something in his eyes says he might do something unpleasant if you make any excuses.
C2:
That's kind of it, yeah...
Me:
...and then something on his mantlepiece catches your eye, and you see, in amongst all these photos of pictures of his family and friends, and framed holiday photos, there's a framed photo of you. And that's when you notice that there's all these litter boxes and untouched bowls of pet food everywhere, but no signs of any pets.
C2:
In a way, I guess...
Me:
...and then he comes in with some board games, but they're not board games you've ever heard of before, they've got names like "Throw Benny from the Lighthouse" and "Kill Them Before They Take Your Raisins" and in the distance you hear a crow.