27) Friday

Well, what a Friday… it starts off with me making one of my co-workers cry, and ends with Billy having to walk me home after a good night of food, alcohol, and good company.

So who, and how did I make someone cry at work? It was actually my partner for my kindi class. She can be a nice person when she wants to, but is actually quite known for being cold, especially towards foreigners. Sometimes she is nice, most of the time she is just sort of just there- not really a problem- but not really a joy, and sometimes she can just be a bitch (harsh, I know, but I think it is true). So today as I was about to leave class when she came in and told me I had to stay, which wasn’t a good start (but no fault of her own). So after that, as I was just about to walk out the door with Dan, and she tells me I need to fill out two more report cards, immediately. Dan took one look at me and just said “see ya later”. Now I reached the point of not being too happy with her. So I told her, in a normal tone, that I have done the report cards 5 of the last 6 weeks, which she didn’t believe. So she tries to prove me wrong by showing me with the one she has in her hand- what a mistake that was. She chose one that I had done all of the last 6 weeks in. Now she is embarrassed and pissed, and said that she would do it (and she was really not happy about it). But in the end I took them when she had gone back to class and just finished it- realizing that the dispute was stupid and pointless. Later that night, once the alcohol started flowing through people, my director informed me that the co-worker mentioned above came to her about the dispute, and even started to cry. I felt bad, but also thought it is a stupid thing to cry about.


Tonight was the first night that everyone at my school (almost everyone) went out as a big group for dinner and drinks since I have been there. Billy even met us during dinner (he worked at my school last year, so he knew a lot of the people). We went to a “sit on the floor” restaurant, had a whole bunch of pork galbie (sp?) and probably too much soju. It was really nice to be able to hang out and talk with many of the people from work that I have not seen outside of the office. Things got pretty entertaining, and occasionally a little weird once the alcohol took its affect on people. When drinking soju with others, the way it seems to work is you have to pour each others drinks, and drink together- so it is more of a social thing. But tonight I took a lot of shots with just one or two people at a time, on top of taking the shots with the group. I didn’t realize how much I had actually had, but started to realize it was probably over my limit when a couple people made the following comments: “Jennifer and I had no idea you could drink so much” or “you must have a high tolerance for alcohol” or “you must really like soju”. Once all of that got computed in my head, I knew I was going to be in some trouble in about an hour. But after about two minutes I wasn’t thinking about that any more, and instead was taking the new shot that my director just poured for me. After the restaurant we went to a bar, and things started to become a bit more calm, although the drinking continued. Eventually I found out just how drunk I was, when I found myself vomiting in the bathroom toilet. That is the first time I have ever thrown up from too much alcohol. After that I knew it was about time for me to head home. Billy, seeing the condition that I was in, walked me to Family Mart, got me some water and Amino Ups, and walked me home. The weird thing is I was up and started to write this blog at 5:30 am.