Wish Me Luck.

Today I had my interview at the language school for an English teacher position which went super well. I spoke with the director of the school and she offered to help me set up all of my paperwork in order to work. And as she was making the call to make an appointment to get my paperwork started, I was in daydream mode at how easy it all seemed. Just picking up a phone and making an appointment, especially after I had heard what a process it was. And halfway through the conversation her tone changed and I heard a long "Oh". And my heart sank. She basically explained to me that unless I had relatives in Europe that it would not be possible to obtain the paperwork I would need. She also encouraged me to go to the US Embassy in order to see if there was any way to acquire a work permit. Which is the first thing on my list tomorrow. Wish me luck…