I am going to have a rant today! You can skip it if it becomes too rambling....
Yesterday I went to the next town over to renew my Residence Card at the immigration office. I have to do this every 7 years now because I have permanent residence status which I suppose is like a Green Card in the States. For people who are on working visas they have to renew every 6 months... Students, every year... Anyway....
I actually, stupidly, went to the Immigration office two weeks ago to do this same thing but though I had my letter telling me that my card was due to expire soon, the Immigration office didn't want me there until a certain time frame (which I'd not realized). So I went back yesterday wanting to get the whole chore out of the way. I don't really want to be downtown anyway what with this pandemic, and as I tend to lose things and forget things I could imagine myself not getting the job done and then losing my residence status or something. I'm not a procrastinator...
I parked in a coin parking lot (no parking provided) and made my way to the Immigration office which is a drab, uninteresting, hardly noticeable building. Really, the place has one small black and white sign on it, all in Japanese characters and I'd already complained to Tetsu two weeks ago that the immigration office at least could put their sign in larger, Roman lettering so that the foreigners in the prefecture could find it! Ah... But THIS time, there were people spilling out onto the sidewalk and sitting on the street curbs and leaning against the building wall... All foreigners. (Japanese would NEVER sit down in the middle of a dirty sidewalk by the way). I went inside the largish room which was packed with people. I took a number from the machine and did a double-take. Number 115. The screen said that the immigration officers were working with number 62. WHAT!!!???
Did I just want to give up? Yes, I did. But that would mean I'd have to come another day... when the Corona virus was even more prevalent? I'd already parked my car. This job had to get done. I stood around awhile (no place to sit) when Marlene texted me to see what I was up to.
"I'm trying to renew my Residence card but it is going to take hours!"
Marlene sent me a social distancing text sticker and suggested I go out for a walk... which I did. The department store was closed as were most of the stores in the promenade area. After about 30 minutes I went back to the immigration office. Oh no. They'd processed only 4 more people... I went out again.
I hadn't had lunch but I wasn't going to go into a restaurant. There were a few convenience stores open but I wasn't going to stand in the street eating a rice ball.
I walked around another half hour but finally ended up back at the immigration office where I stood in the back of the room for the next hour and a half looking at the peeling wallpaper and cracked linoleum.
It took over 3 hours to get the job done!!! The transaction itself took maybe 5 minutes...
The non-system had absolutely no social-distancing measures in place. People crowded in one room with only the front door open. No windows. Though even 50 people ahead of me to be helped sounds bad, there were at least 100, maybe 200 people milling around because for every person needing help, I was the only one who had come alone! Everyone else came with families or groups of workers... One Japanese lady had three Vietnamese young men with her... they must have been workers and she their liason at the factory... And there were husbands who spoke some Japanese filing documents for their wives who didn't... Children racing around between benches, some wearing masks, some not. So many combinations of so many people!!!
And the clerks, four at the counter, were just harried. This sea of people to serve with no measures to protect themselves let alone anyone else. And people were angry and irritated... One man waited for his turn for nearly three hours and then was turned away because he didn't have the correct documents. He was furious and stood his ground but the clerk could just say that by law they couldn't change their policy and the man was just taking up precious time arguing the fact (he was). I was praying that my visit wouldn't be in vain with someone passing me back my papers and saying they weren't enough... I would have cried!
Obviously Tochigi Prefecture is lax on its social distancing measures. Japan still is! Japan is just now getting around to debating about the wisdom of the "chop" culture which entails all officials, businessmen, teachers etc, to add their red "chop" to a document making something legal. Japan hasn't been able to shut down the work force during this pandemic because all businesses need people on the office premises putting their "chops" on documents. It is so archaic!!!
If I can apply for an American passport online and have it sent to me in the mail, why can't I get a renewal on my Japanese Residence card the same way? Why do I have to risk my life in this pandemic standing with who knows who for three hours? It just riles me! If I am sick two weeks from now, we'll all know who to blame. At least the immigration office has my name and address and can contact me if a pandemic cluster begins in the Tochigi Immigration Office!
I don't even know who to send complaints to.