behgopa: “hungry” in Korean
behgo-rage: hungry rage, a word Faye of Faye’s Fork came up with to describe the hunger rages we both go through when famished.
The behgorage kicks in on a regular basis on work days. I try to make an effort to not let it happen, but sometimes, it just seems unavoidable. Over the weekend, I went through the usual stages of behgorage and figured I would get a kick out of jotting it down. I can laugh at it now as I type all this. But boy, when I am actually going through the suffering, it ain’t as funny.
3:00 – I arrive at work right after eating. I ate leftover soon tofu. I am full, happy, energized, and ready to rock. The bartender, Bob, whom I usually see rolling in around 5ish greets me. “Oh you are in a good mood today,” he notices.
It’s still early and I don’t want to go on a break yet. If I take go and eat too early, it’ll only get me hungrier sooner. I need the fuel to last as long as possible.
5:30 – Seems like a reasonable time to step away to sit and eat. It’s before the rush starts. It’ll last me a couple of hours until the next behgorage kicks in. That day, I brought lunch, -rice and a couple of side dishes. A lot of times, I don’t crave things in our kitchen. I mean, they can be the best tasting items in the world. But if I am around it all day, everyday, they are usually the last thing that would even seem appetizing. But I do eat our kitchen food sometimes anyways…or I’d starve and pass out. I ummm force myself.
The next day, I went to church in the morning. I had to get out of there before service ended because I needed to eat, and then head to work to be in by one. I stopped by Somunnan for a quick bite to eat. I got the dolsot (stone pot)bibimbop.
It actually got me full enough to last a while. I love when that happens. And this was right before one, but by the time 4-5ish rolled around, I was still not that hungry. The behgorage seemed dormant that day.
Around 7ish is when I started slowly getting there. I nibbled on chicken pieces, carrots, fruits, whatever I got my hands on.
But eh…I only got a couple of bites of it. I was eating at the back of the kitchen for a couple of seconds. Then I had to leave it when I got more orders. When I returned, it was gone. Someone must have cleared it, not knowing that it was still being worked on. Oh well. The couple of bites were enough to keep the behgorage away at the time.
“Just sleep it off…sleep it off,” I told myself.
Sullungtang came to mind. Jangmo Jip opens at 7am. Yay for Korean comfort food.