5.317 Kimchi Jjigae

Cycle 5 – Item 317

18 (Tue) November 2014

Kimchi Jjigae


by me

in my apartment

-Ermita, Manila, Metro Manila, Philippines-


I came home tonight to be greeted by a cockroach the size of my thumb.  Seriously.  At first glance, I thought it was a rat.  It ran under the sofa – I use the term “ran,” as opposed to, say, “skitter,” because the roach was more animal than insect – and disappeared, leaving me to wonder whether it may have a nest within.  In any case, the encounter was a perfect end to a week of shit, a biblical allegory, like Moses sending me a goddam plague of roaches, all lumped into one.

Started last Wednesday evening, when HRS was suddenly rushed to the hospital.  Won’t go into details here, but the situation appeared potentially life-threatening.  The following day, she flew to Korea for testing, making us fear the worst.  Ultimately, the tests turned out negative, and she now seems fine, but I was freaking out during the interim – the event made me realize that I’ve come to think of her as something of an aunt.

Other things happened.

And then this afternoon, a few hours before the cockroach, I laid a big fat fucking egg at the interview for the fixed position that I’m trying to secure here at WHO WPRO.  “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”  Yes, it was that bad.  So, I may be packing my bags once my contract is up in January.  January 5, 5 days shy of my would-be 1-year anniversary with the Organization.

Under normal circumstances, finding a rat roach in my apartment would’ve compelled me to eat out, but I was too beat up to go anywhere.  I had a few bites of kimchi jjigae, sat on the sofa, on top of the roach, and drank myself to sleep.


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