I decided to wrap things up quickly and turned to the blind date still eating.
"Good looks can absolutely fill your stomach. But someone like you will never understand that."
"Go home and find your mom," I said as I grabbed my bag and stood up. I picked up my bag and stood up.
"Wait..."
I heard the blind date call out behind me.
"Let's split the bill, 50-50."
Blind dating isn't my main focus—work is.
I'm a new media operator.
Yes! I'm that kind of new media operator who does the job of an entire team by myself.
The kind that, despite having only a few readers, insists on posting daily.
It is the all-around operator who takes photos, edits videos, writes scripts, and creates content.
My supervisor is a middle-aged, greasy, bald man.
Whenever he talks to you, he always tries to get closer.
He mixes up L and N sounds, and when he laughs, it's a grating cackle.
I've had many opportunities to use my swivel chair to crush his foot under the guise of standing up.
I must admit, it felt great at the time.
The result was quite tragic.
I had my performance docked for three months in a row.
But I had to endure it because, after all, I'm just a humble worker.