Mr Boyle ushered us back to the staff room where Mrs Joy was waiting to escort us to the train station. She dropped us off and said the recruiter would call with further instructions.
We navigated to the correct platform and didn’t say a word until the town was well out of sight.
I know it sounds ridiculous, but we were both paranoid that someone from the “school” would be on the train, tailing us, and would report our comments back to Mr Yun.
Hey, stranger things have happened!
We actually left our seats at one point and moved to a different carriage. I don’t think we were followed.
When we took our new seats we both looked at each other and burst out laughing. It was a release of the day’s craziness and tensions. What else could we do?
“What the fuck was that all about?” I said.
She shook her head. “I don’t know. It’s really fucking mad! It’s a job though. Once the contract is legit, I’m sure it’ll be ok. Plus, I think they might be more desperate than us. They were trying very hard to tone down the crazy.”
“I don’t know dude. It could be a giant head fuck.”
“Let’s just wait and see. If the money and terms are good, we can sign up. We can spend our weekends in Seoul. It’s just a job. Don’t worry.”
I wasn’t so sure. I had gotten an awful feeling out there, but maybe it had been due to severe dehydration. I deferred. Money, and more crucially, visas were running out. It would all become clearer later on, I supposed.
The recruiter called us later on that evening. Sunshine Academy loved us. They were prepared to offer us the equivalent of €2000 each per month, plus an apartment, phones, and sponsor our visa. However, an official contract wasn’t offered just yet. We had to go back out the next day to discuss terms.
The recruiter was insistent that it’d be a good idea to accept, as couple’s positions were few and far between. Herself thought it would be a good idea too. I was a bit apprehensive if I’m honest. I got a real ‘brainwash’ vibe in that school. I was conscious though of our situation, and decided that herself is usually more logical than me when it came to these kinds of decisions, so I agreed.
I mean, how bad could it be?
Next time: An offer from a gentle man