My name was written Zauhory, good times. The diplomat asked me my name, where I was from, my educational background, and my opinion of the Spitzer affair. The whole process took less than five minutes to do. Then I had to hop the bus home which was another four hours out of my day. Eight hours on a bus for a five minute interview?
Lame. For me, the face-to-face interview would most likely be a deal-breaker unless---fat chance---my boss reimbursed me for it. I handled everything in person at the Ko-nsulate in New York in 2005. The cost of plane tickets, the motel, the visa fees, and spend money put the trip at roughly $600. Okay, not an insane amount of money, but more than I'd like to spend on something useless. Plus, New York is a shithole. Since these new interviews look about as well put together as the immigration crackdown in 2005, it'd be hard to persuade me to jump through those hoops. Also, I'm kinda not, like, a criminal or anything, and I resent the implication and stuff.
"Zauhory" is the guy I mentioned yesterday who was going to work at the Gangjin Foreign Language Village, but got switched to Mokpo kinda last minute. That's how I'm vaguely acquainted with him and his blog.
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The way they spelt my last name was icing on the cake. :P
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