Now where was I?

So I wasn't planning on writing in my blog tonight, but after dancing to Beat It and Thriller, I got a burst of energy and decided to freaking go for it. I'm laying in bed with my glasses on (that, according to Kit and my dad, make me look like a teacher. Good or bad?) and am in full on blogger mode. There's a lot of preparation that goes into writing one of these things, and a lot of it has to do with being in that spunky, witty mood so that when I write, I don't bore you all to the point of no return. And I say "Point of No Return" as in you not returning to my blog. You didn't put that together? Oh, you did? Man, I miss the Phantom of the Opera. I digress. Where was I? Oh yeah.

After my acceptance email (we're so technologically savvy these days), I had to start getting all my documents together STAT. Pronto. ASAP. If only teaching abroad was as simple as just getting on a plane with WAY too much luggage for one person. Nope. Not that simple. Mr. Choi, the managing director of the school, told me I needed a notarized criminal background check, my diploma (yes, the ACTUAL diploma), two sealed transcripts, health background check, signed contract and four lovely passport photos of yours truly. The majority of the documents were generally not that difficult to acquire, but the background check was a pain in my you-know-what. I basically had to Fed-Ex single pieces of paper every which way across Texas so the right people could give me their John Hancock. Like I said, not that difficult. It was the TIMING that had me worried. As you all know, all of this happened very quickly, which was great because it eliminated all the worrying and nail biting over whether I'd get the job. The downside to this turbo acceptance was that I had to get all my documents together in a VERY short period of time. Long story short, I got all my documents together and sent them off to Mr. Choi so he could give it to the South Korean Consulate for my visa approval number.

One would assume that communication via email is a very frustrating and...helpless form of communication. I say frustrating because you don't know when they'll email you back. And I say helpless, because if they don't email you back...there's not a damn thing you can do about it. I am what some, or most, people would call a worry-wart and an over-analyzer. Mr. Choi isn't generally that...prompt at emailing me back. So, me being me, I immediately start to worry that he changed his mind, he hired too many teachers, he died...I could go on and on. He, of course, eventually emails me back, but not before I sprout a few gray hairs in my recently dyed do.

I HAVE to tell you guys about going to the Korean Consulate here in Houston to get my visa, but I'm simply too tired tonight. It's almost 3 a.m. (he STILL hasn't emailed me back!).