If you work in my corporate office, you’ll know our HR Senior Manager. Let’s call her Karen. Every single town hall, she stands on stage looking sibei high and mighty, preaching about “professional boundaries,” “code of ethics,” and maintaining strict corporate decorum. She acts like she’s auditioning for a nunnery, always sending passive-aggressive company-wide emails whenever someone looks at someone else funny.
Fast forward to last night’s company dinner. Free-flow alcohol was a massive mistake.
Karen went hard. Shot after shot, downing wine like it was NEWater. By 10 PM, she was completely gone case, slurring her words and stumbling all over the restaurant. Since I live near her condo, my useless boss pointed at me and told me to put her in a Grab and make sure she reached home safely. Walao, I just wanted to go home and sleep, but dao-ly kenna arrowed.
I booked a Grab, The moment we hopped into the back seat and the doors locked, her entire “strict corporate angel” persona completely vaporized into thin air.
At first, she was just leaning on my shoulder, crying about her ex-husband and talking cock about how the management treats her like a slave. I just nodded along, keeping my distance. But the alcohol surge hit her hard, and next thing you know, she grabbed my collar, pulled me in, and started full-on la-ji (tongue kissing) with me right there in the back of the car.
Bro. I froze. My soul literally left my body.
It wasn’t just a polite peck; it was full aggressive corporate-merger-level french kissing while the Grab uncle kept side-eyeing us through the rearview mirror with the most traumatized expression I’ve ever seen. I tried to push her away, but she had the grip of an absolute demon possessed by cheap Merlot. The whole 25-minute ride from CBD up north was a blur of saliva, gasping for air, and praying to every single deity that the driver didn’t have an active interior dashcam recording our sins.
When we finally reached her condo, she stumbled out, gave me a messy wave, and slurred, “See you in office tomorrow.”
True enough, at 9 AM sharp today, she walked past my cubicle wearing her crisp blazer, holding an iced latte, looking completely unfazed and professional as ef. She gave me that cold, dead HR smile like nothing happened.
How to face this woman during Monday meetings now? Anyone else kena trapped in this kind of sibei toxic corporate nightmare before? How do you guys survive?