Apartment rental, part 3 "Leftover pork"

Having arranged with Akio to meet up at 11 today in Shibuya and go yell at beroom (the fudoyasan for the original apartment), we did just that, and the result was my first experience with the style of infuriatingly polite while soulessly hollow Japanese talking to. Basically (and I understood a lot more than Akio ended up translating to me), it wasn't the apartment owners who rejected the application, but beroom itself, because.... well, they wouldn't say why exactly, but gave a generic reason for rejecting applications because of uncertainty of the long term quality of the applicants, and the ensure the good relationship between the tenants and the apartment owners. So translation, you are a lowly Gaijin, and we would rather not deal with you. I'm sure Dr. Kazama will be thrilled to hear that his assurance of me amounts to so little with these people. Clearly I wasn't wanted there, so I left.

Now, it's possible this has nothing to do with me being a foreigner, and more to do with me being somewhat poor, but the rent for the room was low anyway, so I'm not sure why they even list room like that if they don't rent to the income level that they are meant for.

In any case, afterwards we went to a few other fudoyasan's in shibuya, all of which were much nicer and wouldn't let us go very easily either :). I didn't see any rooms that were better than the one I had seen the night before, however, so in the end I called up transborders and asked to come start the paperwork.