Raw LLM Responses

Nobody on the entire fucking planet drinks like South Koreans. Nobody. My very first job was at a government elementary school way out in the countryside. Every thursday after work, we would go out to a local restaurant for dinner and a work meeting (attendance mandatory even for the English teachers, despite the fact that approximately zero percent of the meeting is in English.) You talk about work and upcoming events for about the first ten minutes, and after that the drinking commences. Little green bottle after little green bottle after little green bottle would come out to the table in an endless conga line of devastation. Five hours later of non-stop alcoholic intake later you realise it's now 11pm on a work night, the Principal has vomited on the table while the head teacher is passed out next to him, face down. Your eyes no longer work and you must rely on your sense of smell and sound to determine who is around you. The deputy principal is calling for everyone to go to a noraebang to bust out some tunes. You want to go home so desperately, but this is a work meeting. You are at work. Your attendance is mandatory. You go sing some fucking Karaoke. It's now 2am. You're fucked. They are still fucking singing. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, vomit, and sneak out the front door. You don't remember how you got home. Your alarm rings out, shattering your head. It's 7am, time to get up for work. You roll into the shower, vomit on the floor and lie in the fetal position for a bit, wishing for the sweet embrace of death. You some how make it to work, even though the commute is a bit fuzzy. There before you are all the teachers, most of them still dressed in the same clothes as the last night having slept in their car bathing you and the halls in the stink of soaked alcohol and tobacco smoke. Everyone is hungover. Nobody talks. Class begins at 8:30 sharp. Welcome to Korea. Source: I lived in SK for 6 years.