I work for a Korean company. This means, everyone and their mothers (duh) speak Korean with a few exceptions. In fact, I am as American as it gets around here. I used to always think I was so Korean until I stepped foot in my office.

It has its perks. They baby me especially cause I’m also the youngest. They aren’t as strict as they could be with the way I dress. I wear Toms and jeans 4/5 days of my work week. Maybe to them, American born Koreans fresh out of college need to be forgiven for their exaggerated idea of business casual. 

It also has its downsides. Language. Lengua. I always prided myself on being able to speak and write better than most non-fobs. It’s true. But in the midst of all the OG Koreans, I feel downsized in my multi-language capabilities. 

Today, I sent an email to my co-worker and I was supposed to write 오늘은 꼭 돈을 찾아가세요, roughly translating to please take your money today. However, in a flurry of multi-lingual fury, I instead wrote 오늘은 꼭 똥을 찾아가세요, which roughly translates to please take your shit today. 

I don’t even want to look him in the eye as I leave today. 

Whaddup y’all. I’m definitely a force to be reckoned with in the business world today.