Getting kicked out of Japan is no fun. Really, take my word for it. I am strolling into one of those grayish, nondescript government buildings to apply for a work visa and not surprisingly inside there are rows of seats with foreigners waiting for their turn, their faces staring off into space. Some cobwebs and a thin layer of dust are covering some of them at the back. Armed with my certification of eligibility to work and passport, I confidently glance at my watch and thin