Pen Pals

Work

It's 10:35AM and I'm in this rude ass taxi. The driver is speaking dirty to me in a sexual way in Korean. I was quiet throughout the drive, and let this dirty old man carry on. To be honest I put my headphones in, but heard as he continued to sexualise me. This morning I got a call from Lydia, who was asking how I was etc. I told her I was good. The rest of the girls joined in the convo as well. I asked how was their apartment and they were complaining about some blackout they had and the cold water. I honestly didn't feel bad for them, but it was unfortunate. I also found out that they weren't working today, which was a bit peculiar. In fact they had work next Monday, meaning for now they got to party like it was their holiday. I slightly envied that, but I brushed it off quickly due to how I was encouraged excitement for work.

"Dark chocolate goddess, that make my shaft go really hard, you at destination. You at where wanted." The perv stated, with his heavy broken English accent.

"Thank you, you nasty piece of crap." I said in Korean. He was shocked out of his mind as his face turned a tomato red. I gave him the taxi fare before getting out. He was cursing after me, which I could hear him shout, but I didn't care as I was finally walking up the steps of one of the most famous company buildings in South Korea.

The outside had a black glass wall where you could see your reflection like a mirror. Inside the lavatory was beautiful; all neat and elegant. The theme on the inside was a cream and rich ebony brown. There were several outstanding ornaments for decor, but the green from the plants gave a bright contrast which freshened up the atmosphere. Lowkey I wish I wore a black or grey suit, due to how I stood out even more from the people I saw walking in and out, up and down.

I read a sign that said reception and went into that direction. I waited in line for a good 7 minutes before I spoke in Korean politely to the man in a fancy cubicle-office-like desk. He had dark tanned skinned, looking more Filipino or Taiwanese than a typical Korean and wore a grey suit along with a shaved bald head. He looked mid or late 40's, due to the slight sag to his skin and the few wrinkles near his eyes. He had small rectangular glasses that were black with brown leather on the sides. From the designer jewellery on his wrist and broaches on his suit I could tell this man had a little more power than you'd think. He has a face of steel, which I think he may have gained from experience. But who knows?

Still in Korean I gave him my details and announced who I was. I expected to be given directions or something, but he gave me a clipboard with a piece of paper for me to fill out. I was a bit confused, but I sensed a few people's presence behind me and didn't want to keep them waiting, so I went off and sat in the waiting area. I quickly read through the paper, which was actually a questionnaire about customer service.
IS HE TAKING THE...?!?!?!

Was I speaking mandarin? Polish? Or even Latin? Wasn't I clear that today is my first day on the job? Ugh!!!!

I checked the time and I had 2 minutes to be where I needed to be.

I got up and pushed in line. All the people in the line were extremely frustrated with me, but I will not be taking shit from nobody.

"Excuse me Sir, but when I told you why I came to the reception, was I speaking as if I was an alien from mars? If you couldn't understand my Korean you do have a mouth and due to the type of job you're doing you should have a little courage to use it, so do inform me next time." I stated as I looked at my watch.

One minute left.

He and people around me gasped. What are they gasping about? I haven't even started yet and I might as well continue due to how I'm already practically late and probably fired.

"As you don't understand my Korean, let me re-illiterate. Today is my first day at work and I would like to sign in and be instructed on what ward marketing management would be on. Also there should be a file you should go to now which shows you all the new employees so you could print off an information sheet, but you know this. So without trying to be too rude I am waiting." I stated, rather politely in fact whilst feeling my insides crumble. I hate being late I'm never usually late. I've flown halfway across the world for a brilliant opportunity, just for it to go into the drain two days later. In a few days I'll be greeting my family quicker than intended. As I waited for the receptionist to print out the information sheet I saw how forty five- six seconds flew by speedily.