It's time for another dose of:
Today at work, I got back to my satellite a little late after taking my 30 minute lunch break. Dolores, the assistant manager that hates me, yelled at me for being late and told me to clean up the mess in the refrigerator. It's funny how she had been there the whole time covering my snack bar while I was gone and she hadn't done a thing, like cleaning up the mess when she sees one. No wait, it's not funny at all.
I had just finished up the mess when it hit me - pain in my stomach. Then it went down to my ass. It was the classic case of diarrhea at work. What had caused it? The roast beef sandwich that Jeon-san gave me to eat before work? No, I eat that all the time. The shrimp chips I had in the morning? Nah. The duk-bo-sam I had last night? Ding ding ding, we have a winner.
Damn you 9292.
I paced around. It didn't go away. I went into the stockroom, sat down, and prayed. The feeling intensified. Who says God doesn't have a sense of humor? I went back out and paced some more. Five minutes passed, but it may well have been five hours. Should I call a manager to cover for me so I can use the restroom? No, they'll probably send Dolores. She'll probably yell at me some more. Another five hours. Just when I thought I would have make do with the sink in the stockroom, I saw Andre, one of the nicer managers, walk up to the snack bar verrrrrry slowly.
"Hey Daniel. What's happening?"
ANDRE! CAN YOU COVER FOR ME? I REALLY NEED TO USE THE RESTROOM!
(looks at his watch) "Okay. Go ahead."
I ran to the restroom as fast as I could, which in hindsight was probably not a good idea. You don't want to run when you got the runs. Fortunately, none spilled out on the way.
Three minutes later, I was a happy boy.