Man, what a day! I swear, Yeongam really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up thinking it’d be just another boring Tuesday. Boy, was I wrong.
First off, I’m a Cargo Transportation Manager, right? So, I’m all about that logistics life. But today? Pffft. It was like a scene from a movie. I hit the road on Yeongam’s main drag, the Yeongam-ro, and it was already a mess. Traffic was backed up like a bad plumbing job. I’m sittin’ there, fuming, thinking, “C’mon, people! Let’s move it!”
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my driver, Joon. He’s stuck on Gwangju-ro. Like, seriously? I told him to avoid that road! But nooo, he thought he knew better. I could feel my blood pressure rising. I mean, how hard is it to follow directions?
So, I zoom over to Gwangju-ro, dodging potholes like they’re landmines. And let me tell ya, Yeongam’s roads are like a rollercoaster. One minute you’re cruising, the next you’re bouncing around like a pinball. I finally find Joon, and he’s just chillin’ in his truck, munching on some kimbap. I’m like, “Dude, we’re on a schedule!” He just shrugs and says, “It’s good kimbap.” Ugh!
After that little fiasco, I head over to the Yeongam Industrial Complex. You know, the place where all the magic happens? Well, today it was more like a circus. I walk in, and there’s this huge shipment of electronics that’s gone missing. Like, poof! Vanished! I’m ready to pull my hair out. I mean, how does a whole shipment just disappear?
I start running around, asking everyone. “Where’s the shipment?!” I’m practically yelling. Finally, I find out it was sent to the wrong address. Classic Yeongam, right? I mean, it’s not like we have a million streets to keep track of. Just a few! But nope, someone mixed up the labels.
So, I hop back in my car, racing down the streets. I’m zooming past the Yeongam Sports Complex, thinking about how I should’ve just become a professional athlete instead. At least they don’t deal with lost shipments!
Then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “How’s it going?” I’m like, “Oh, you know, just living the dream!” Sarcasm level: 100. He doesn’t even notice. Typical.
Finally, I get to the right address. And guess what? The delivery guy is just chillin’ there, scrolling through his phone. I’m like, “Dude, you’re supposed to be working!” He looks up, all confused, and says, “Oh, I thought it was a break.” A break? In the middle of a delivery? I can’t even.
By the time I get everything sorted, it’s already late afternoon. I’m exhausted. But then, I remember the Yeongam Traditional Market. I need some comfort food. So, I swing by, and man, the smell of tteokbokki hits me like a freight train. I grab a plate, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Spicy, sweet, and just what I needed.
As I’m munching away, I see this little kid running around, laughing. It’s contagious. I can’t help but smile. For a second, I forget about the chaos of the day. Just me, some tteokbokki, and the sound of laughter.
But then, reality hits. I gotta get back to work. So, I finish up and head back. The sun’s setting over Yeongam, and it’s kinda beautiful. I mean, despite the craziness, this city has its charm.
I finally get home, and I’m beat. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade this job for anything. Even on the craziest days, Yeongam keeps me on my toes. And honestly, I kinda love it.