And we're back...

And I'm back. I just had a tasty dinner of cha chang myeung (I know the spelling is completely wrong) which is a noodle dish with this black onion sauce. It's so delicious, and cheap! Costs only 2500 won. Thats about $2.12. I love it when food is cheap. Anyway, before I get back to the immigration story, I need to tell you about ordering food. Jude, our receptionist, will order us anything we want. So whenever she orders from a restaurant (EVERYONE delivers, btw), the delivery guy will bring the food on real plates (wrapped in styrofoam), with real chopsticks and spoons! Then, once you're done eating, you just leave the plates and everything there, and then the delivery guy will come back and pick up the plates. Isn't that awesome? I love Korea!
Okay, I seriously need to focus. The whole drive to the immigration place, Mr. Choi didn't turn off the AC ONCE. Yes, it was that hot. We arrived and it was super packed. The immigration place really wasn't that interesting. We basically waited an hour, then once it was our turn to, Mr. Choi and the woman spoke a whole lot of Korean to each other and then we left. Here is another funny/awesome thing about Korea. If a parking lot is full, it doesn't freaking matter. People will park in front of other cars, effectively blocking them off. But here's where it gets brilliant. People will either have their phone numbers on their windshields OR they'll have their car in neutral so that if their car is blocking off your car...you simply push them out of the way. Or. You call them and tell them to move their damn car. Organized chaos. Love it!
We left the immigration office and lo and behold a car was blocking us off. Mr. Choi tried to push it out of the way, but the inconsiderate bastards didn't leave their car in neutral. Another woman was trying to leave, and was, presumably calling the owner of the car because a few seconds later, a (cute) man came running out looking all apologetic and dreamy. Anyway, since the cute guy moved his car, Mr. Choi was able to maneuver his way out of the parking lot. And we were off!
After immigration, Mr. Choi walked me to the bank so we could change some money. Oh, I forgot to mention that immigration took my damn passport. And as fate would have it, I needed my passport to exchange money. Mr. Choi had his number memorized (I really should get on that) so we used his passport number instead. And yes, I am slightly stressed that I'm not in possession of my passport. I'm trying to not think about it though. Moving on.
We went to another traditional restaurant after the bank, which was good and bad - good because it was Chinese food (the REAL Chinese food) and bad because I was wearing my extra tight pants which made it impossible for my butt crack not to show. Grandma, I know you're reading this, and I'm sorry. Of COURSE, Mr. Choi took the sat on the floor with his back to the wall, which meant I had to sit with my back (butt crack) to the whole restaurant. I was thankfully wearing a shirt that I managed to pull down over my crack. These pants were really a bad choice. There was absolutely no way I was going to be able to cross my legs, so I had to stretch them out under the table without letting Mr. Choi know that I was simply not cut out for these traditional restaurants. I don't know what's worse - a skirt or super tight pants. The best part of this extravaganza was that I had cha chang myeung for the first time. It's amazing. And apparently it's a famous dish of China. Yummy.
I have to admit, on Friday I was a little bit cranky. I use the word "cranky" instead of "grumpy" or "in a bad mood" because I think "cranky" is just cuter. I was mostly cranky because I was doing all this work for the school but I wasn't getting paid for it. I was grading papers, teaching classes and creating lesson plans, but it was basically volunteer work because I don't get paid until the 6th of October. I hate eating into my savings, which was why I was so cranky.
Another reason why I was so cranky was because I got my health check results back. The number one comment? Lose weight. YES I KNOW, PEOPLE. I KNOW I NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT. It's not like I think I have this super svelte body that's ridiculously toned and sexy. I'm not in denial; I'm perfectly aware that there's fat on my body that needs to go away. The second comment said that my blood sugar was low (74) and the third comment said that my blood pressure was high. Perfect. Great. I knew I shouldn't have let them take my blood. So because I'm me, I was basically beating myself up all day. And because I'm a girl, I was all mopey and self-conscious and ridiculous. Thank you, Estrogen.
So that concludes Friday. I still have the weekend and Monday, my first official (paid) day of teaching. More to come later!