For 8 hours of my day, I'm at school with the love of my life. After that, it's just work, cook, work with her, work out, work on my novel, and if I have time, which is normally like 5 hours a week, I spend it all with my friends and/or Jugyeong. Then I just die on the bed for 6 am to roll around.
{Okay please stop with the fake 4th wall breaking, it's getting out of hand man. I already know your entire schedule, I don't need to hear you mourn about how you run on caffeine and happy pills to work everyday. You're slightly neglecting your fiance, your health, and your MIND! Just quit your job, you make 2 grand a month in sales alone, your dad will understand that it's just more practical for your mental health.}
I can't man, I want to make my dad happy.
{It took him 4 years to see you as his son dingus. He's seen you as an employee since you were 13. He's already happy that you are making a living doing something you enjoy, he respects you now, it's the perfect time to quit, also SANGAH DOESN'T DO JACK, HE'LL JUST MAKE HER A WAITRESS.}
I've been working at Ferrari's for a long time, my dad wants me to inherit the restaurant when he goes. I enjoy working there, but I have been enjoying it less and less.
{Talk to your Dad. He WANTS you to THINK FOR YOURSELF as long as you're RESPECTFUL. Italians want their sons to be "ideal men". An ideal man makes his own decisions with intellect. You've been self-sacrificing, he wants you to be a bit selfish.}
How do you know? Huh? You say it yourself, you're a 7 month old baby.
{That lives in the brain of a 17 year old guy that has a cheat system and still makes his own decisions, even when given suggestions by something smarter than him. YOU MADE THE CHOICE TO NOT GO KETO. Now you've only really failed like two main missions, but that was your own choice to do them.}
Well the punishments were quite constricting.
{You do realize my dream torture isn't even close to being as bad as a nightmare right?}
Torture is torture.
{This I'm not making a mission. It's your own choice to die of stress, depression, and being overworked or not.}
Hey the happy pills help.
{Wait until they stop working, or they give you a different medication, or they make your dose stronger. Sleep on it.}
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It's a Wednesday, my only real day that I get to think.
"Hey babe, how did you sleep? What's for breakfast? Come here." Jugyeong barges in saying while opening wide for a hug and puckering up.
"Okay. Waffles." I say while going for the hug and the kiss.
"It's not as passionate as normal. Babe are you okay? You look like crap."
"Gee thanks. I'm fine."
"Don't lie to me."
"I SAID I WAS FINE!" I yell while banging the counter nearby with my fist.
"You're not fine, snap out of it!" Jugyeong says before slapping me in the face.
"What the hell?"
"No, you what the hell! You know how I feel right now? Pissed. These past 3 weeks we've been in school, we only see each other at school, in the mornings, Sunday for like two hours, and at the gym once a week. This is the first Wednesday we've had together where we aren't working, doing homework, or anything. We hardly spend any ACTUAL time together. I want Hyun back. You work, and work, and work. It was fine last year because you weren't working on your novel, you weren't working with me on reselling, you're stupid dad didn't make you work five hours a shift, which he started doing last week out of the blue, like what the hell? I want the love of my life back, the one that was doing all he can to better himself, right now, you're neglecting everything, me, your health, your mental health, you're living on caffeine and your happy pill." Jugyeong says.
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She starts to cry. This is the third time I've ever seen her cry in my life.
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We hardly ever fight, we're normally happy, but now that I'm an integral part of her life, whatever I do affects her, or affects me which affects her.
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"Together we make 6000 USD a month in just resales. Should I just quit working at Ferrari's?" I ask Jugyeong.
"Pick Ferrari's or reselling, you have to quit one. Which one do you want to quit?" Jugyeong replies.
"I don't know. Working at Ferrari's feels like both an obligation and also just a place that I don't have to think. Reselling I asked about willingly and enjoy, but it makes me think. They both give me anxiety."
"Pick the job that is more fun for you then."
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I enjoy reselling stuff with Jugyeong, we're together. I feel happier because I'm working with her. Ferrari's is more like a trophy of pride. Just the simple fact that it'll be mine one day since my dad is almost done paying it off. My mind is clearer there, but working with Jugyeong, I can simply rely on her to relieve my anxiety.
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I think I know what I have to do.
While I finish making waffles. I make my decision.
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"Ferrari's." I say.
"You choosing to work there or quit?" she replies.
"I'm quitting Ferrari's."
"What made you think that decision?"
"Reselling is more mentally torturous, but I have my human dopamine injection right there with me which completely outweighs any con the job may have. I also see it as more realistic since it's more established, it just has so much room to grow. If we have children, we can both be there for the development of our child/children. I also love you more than a potential legacy that could fail multiple times over in the future. I love you Jugyeong, and if anything that I'm doing, or not doing is hurting you, just let me know, like you did." I answer, shedding a single tear.
"Yeah, you do the same too." she replies, continuing to cry, but on her waffles this time.
After we finish eating.
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I call my Dad and just tell him, "I quit."
"Work this last shift then son. I'll figure it out, probably make Sangah a server, she does nothing anyway. I'm happy you're growing up and deciding on things for once." That's what he said.
"Alright."
I hang up.
"Love, he just wants me to work this last shift in 4 hours." I tell Jugyeong.
"Okay babe." she replies.