Stupid middle school girl that doesn’t know how to use a phone! This morning, someone (I assume a stupid middle school or possibly high school girl but it was obviously a girl) sent me a text message at 7:30 (which in my opinion is the crack of dawn) inquiring (translated from the Korean) “WHY DIDN’T YOU COME3?!!!!!! BRING ‘TRIANGLE RIC E (삼각김밥)’ AnD COME!!@!!!” This stupid bitch was is such a frenzy to get her grub on that she typed in the wrong phone number. Either that or due to eating crazy ammounts of 삼각김밥 at the crack of dawn, she is rediculously fat and can’t opperate the cell phone’s tiny buttons anymore…kind of like that Simpson’s episode where Homer becomes morbidly obesse so he doesn’t have to work.
So it being the crack of dawn, and me still being confused (”Did I agree to meet someone well before 7:30 in the morning and bring 삼각김밥 along with me?”) I send the message (again translated from Korean) “Do I know you? Why must I buy you food?”
The girl never responded, but the damage was already done. I was awake with hours to go before I actually needed to be awake, and I was totally unable to fall back asleep, so here I am now, presenting you with this great adventure.
“Yesterday I got to go to the Showcase Showdown!”
Every once in awhile you have one of those days where you feel like your name should be Parker Lewis. A day where everything goes well. While yesterday didn’t net me the same cash payouts or houseboats a trip to the Showcase Showdown on the Price is Right could have, it was pretty awesome to say the least.
So I show up to work (everything leading up to work was fairly uneventful, though every time I had to transfer vechicles during my commute the vehicle I needed was just arriving) and my boss asks me, “Hey do you need a Korean tutor still?” Anyone who has read this website before might recall that I was looking for a Korean tutor some months back, but then went to America and then came back and had forgotten about my search. So I was in fact still in need of a tutor.
My boss explains that she has some sort of distant relative looking to go into education or some such nonsense, and she (the distant relative) would be willing to tutor me. Awesome! So my boss phones her up and tells her it’s a go, so much later this morning I have to go meet up with this woman to finally be taught some Korean….I guess it’s a good thing I picked up those Yonsei Korean books over the weekend.
As my boss and I have this conversation, the secretary is reminded of something, and launches into rapidfire Korean exchange with the boss where I hear the words, “Amy 엄마 (Amy’s mom),” “친구 (friend),” and “선생님 (teacher, and in this case me).” It turns out that one of my student’s mom’s (the afore mentioned Amy’s mom) has a friend that she wants to set me up on a date with. “Make it so!” “She’s 30 does that matter?” “Not to me!” So this is getting set up I guess as well.
Oh and then one of my students in my last class of the day bought 호떡 (some pancake type food item with honey and peanuts inside) for the class so I got one of those as well. All in all nothing to complain about…now if you’ll excuse me I really must be going, somewhere someone is waiting for me and the 삼각김밥 I was supposed to pick up.
