few months ago, maybe more maybe less, sangho’s brain fuzzier around the edges than he cares to admit @pgyul
his head is a fog of superlatives:
too much bureaucracy, too many unread messages, too many consecutive hangovers, too many unplanned family reunions, too many brand drops and sneaker releases to possibly wrap the whole of his head around.
it’s also a tuesday. ergo, he’s not only required to slash through the fog, but his presence is also requested at the other office across town and he has to account for yet another superlative: too many kids.
his morning at yhy starts favorably enough: office hours are empty thanks to a last minute schedule change and the brew here is a dark roast that gets his fingers tapping a million mouse clicks a minute. he zones out in his search for the correct “HEY” to punctuate this pre-chorus. if nothing else, he can dip out at noon.
his trained ear tells him the sharp knock at the door belongs to none other than HR’s witch-bitch, shin heejin. “come in,” he says, rolling back his chair.
“i’m interrupting you, folder-ssi.” always with the declarative statements, this one. “just showing our new hire around.” she steps to the side and the new face peeps through the crack of the door. heejin turns to her. “self-introduction.”