As I said, they expected things from me they didn't tell me about. I had to wait another half an hour in the waiting room (number 343) before I was called in.
This was in German of course, but I'm pretty sure my translation is right on the nose.
Big German Lady: Ok, so what in zee hell makes you zeink you have zee right to teach English? Where did you study it? Where is you certificate?
Me: Um. I speak English, here is my CV, it says right here I speak English.
BGL: Zeat is not enough. Other German Lady, is that enough? You don't know? I must ask my other colleague, please wait in the waiting room.
Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHH
I wait in the waiting room and write frantic-scared-shit text messages to Jens. Start to fantasize about having to leave my wonderful apartment and go back to Minneapolis and having to tell the school that I can't work for them after all and having to tell everyone I know that life sucks and is not worth living. 11 years, 2 months, 4 hours, 30 minutes and 7 seconds later they call me back (343 flashes again on the score board).
BGL: Insurance?
Me: Yes, here.
BGL: Go pay 50 euros.
Me: Ok! Sure you don't want 500???!!!
(Me: Mench, das hatte mich aber erschrocken.
BGL: Ja, ist schon ok.)
Whoa. Not only does she show me the visa she's about to put in my passport, but it costs 10 Euros less than they told me it would! That's like getting 16 German Biere.
The other 23 doctuments they of course didn't actually need and the photos I paid like 20 dollars for were also useless, they used mine from before.
This means it is now illegal now that I'm working at a community college equivalent (Volkshochschule) on Fridays teaching two English classes for beginners (often in German!).
Look at that there. I'm a teacher. My name and everything.
Right between Bier and Fürk (not at all German names).
This is all very exciting.
