Unfortunately, I ran into another problem. The Korean government wasn't going to issue a visa for a 3rd English teacher at Igen Star, where I was supposed to teach with 2 other Americans. Oh no, what do I do now? So, the recruiter informed me of the dilemma we had and thought it would be best to find another school while Igen Star tried to negotiate with the government. Well, I don't know how the negotiation went, but apparently not well because I had to go with the other school. It's not a big deal thought because I was found another kindergarten in the same city, Incheon. I signed the new contract and then they sent my paperwork to immigration. Then about 10 business days later I got my visa number and would need to get a visa interview. Assuming the closest location was NYC I took the train in and also got to spend some time with my best friends from college! Win, win I'd say!
I had a 2pm appointment with the Korean Consulate in NYC so I took the train to Grand Central station and walked from 200 Park Ave to 460 Park Ave. It was freezing cold this day in NYC, but it was nice and sunny so I couldn't complain. I went into the Korean Consulate, gave them all my paperwork and then they told me to have a seat and they would call me in for my interview. About 15 minutes later I was called into the back room and sat on the couch while a Korean lady asked me a few questions about why I was going to Korea, when I would be leaving and what I did in the time between graduating from college and now. She then said I would be allowed to enter the country and they would be issuing my visa. Good thing since I hadn't planned on failing the interview. Now, unfortunately, she didn't just issue the visa right here I had to wait a 24 hour period to pick up my passport.
Now, I just spent the day wandering the city. I enjoyed the rose exhibit on Park Ave and here are a couple pictures of it.
So, now as much as I did have a great time seeing my friends I guess this was a little more of a business trip than anything else. I did meet them on a Thursday and they are slaves to corporate America and students so we just grabbed some dinner and drinks at Otto Restaurant on 5th Ave and called it an early night, at least by NYC standards.