Things are starting to heat up in Seoul. Firstly, the temperature is now beginning to rise, with the thermometer hitting the mid twenties in celsius. (That is about seventy five in fahrenheit.) Now the AC in our office is crappy and we are not sure if it is actually on. The result is, office relations, are becoming a hit heated. (Do you see what I did there? Clever I am.) Now my colleague Phil is a big guy and does not seem to appreciate heat in the slightest. He has been understandably concerned about our offices Saharan impressions and has attempted to open windows etc, to cool things down. Today I am really feeling it, so much, that I keep expecting a big red guy with a fork to start poking and mocking me from behind. (That would be Chief Hightower that works in accounting.)
However, Phil's previous attempts to cool things this has not been received well by two of the Koreans who work in the office, with their complaints of being cold. (The Korean office assistant speaks no English, but communicates her complaints through a series of animal like cries and whimpers.) The window is opened, meheww, murf, eush! Our supervisor has explained that she and the assistant feel cold. Cold? Are they mad? Ah no, the justification for their pleas of chilliness are that they are thin. This answer comes with the clear implication, that as they are thin, natural justice demands that the chubbsters should be forced to sweat.
This I find absurd on a number of levels. Firstly, granted they are slender, but it is not as if they suffer from a life threateningly emancipated physique. They have not been locked up in a concentration camp, stop whining and have a Big Mac. Secondly, if they are cold, they can put on a jumper, I cannot remove a roll of fat. My belly is not a fashion accessory that I am simply heaving around for banters sake. And of course they are not really cold, they are just talking profligate shite and whining because they can.
The other teacher is a Korean. However, she has a more western physique shall we say and is no stranger to some Mr Simple Carbohydrate herself. So, the battlelines have been drawn. Who will win in this battle to control the temperature in the office? Stay tuned. Same fat channel, same fat hour.
However, Phil's previous attempts to cool things this has not been received well by two of the Koreans who work in the office, with their complaints of being cold. (The Korean office assistant speaks no English, but communicates her complaints through a series of animal like cries and whimpers.) The window is opened, meheww, murf, eush! Our supervisor has explained that she and the assistant feel cold. Cold? Are they mad? Ah no, the justification for their pleas of chilliness are that they are thin. This answer comes with the clear implication, that as they are thin, natural justice demands that the chubbsters should be forced to sweat.
This I find absurd on a number of levels. Firstly, granted they are slender, but it is not as if they suffer from a life threateningly emancipated physique. They have not been locked up in a concentration camp, stop whining and have a Big Mac. Secondly, if they are cold, they can put on a jumper, I cannot remove a roll of fat. My belly is not a fashion accessory that I am simply heaving around for banters sake. And of course they are not really cold, they are just talking profligate shite and whining because they can.
The other teacher is a Korean. However, she has a more western physique shall we say and is no stranger to some Mr Simple Carbohydrate herself. So, the battlelines have been drawn. Who will win in this battle to control the temperature in the office? Stay tuned. Same fat channel, same fat hour.
posted by Special_K at 11:29 PM
1 Comments:
Ha ha, I think that should be emaciated not emancipated. Our bodies are life threateningly free.
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