배고파: The New School

So I started at the new public middle school last week. I spent the week making lesson plans that I am not sure I will use. I am the first foreign teacher there, so nobody seems very sure what to do with me. There is an English-only Zone in the school, which is a fancy room with all sorts of new-fangled technology that I don't even know about. It is supposed to be a place where students study English, and can only speak in English. In most (well, not most, all) schools the foreign teacher works there, but I was told by one of the senior English teachers that that was "her room" and I will not be going in there. So I will go from class to class with one of five co-teachers. Theoretically I should be co-planning classes with them, or at least showing them the plan so we can work together, but none seemed to interested in that, so we will see what happens tomorrow when I actually start teaching.
To be honest, the first week has been a disaster. I was never told that I was to show up last saturday to meet all the teachers, so they were left waiting for me all morning, wondering where I was.
Finally, I talked to them, and was told to come in on Monday. That was when I was told that they had an apartment waiting for me, despite the fact that I already have one, which both the recruiter and the Office of Education that shall remain nameless were well aware of. I spent the first two days being told it was my fault and being badgered into moving out of my current place, which I would have to pay a lot of money to do. As the days went on the school relaxed and began to understand that it wasn't my fault, so that part of the problem is ok for now.
But the recruiter and the S----l Metropolitan Office of Education are both blaming each other for the problem, and will not admit fault, though I believe it to be due to mistakes on both parts. However, I have been told that I will be the one footing the bill (despite complete and total innocence on my part), so I will have to lose my first two months housing allowance (about a thousand dollars) to cover the payment to the landlord of the apartment the school provided.
All in all it has been an awful week. I am not sure whether to continue pestering the people for the money that is rightfully mine, or if I should just give up. Honestly, there isn't much I can do. I have pleaded my case clearly and thoughtfully, but they just don't care. I could write bad things about them on the internet, on the popular ESL message boards, but in Korea even if you write something negative (but true) about someone, you can still be sued, or fired.
I guess I have to accept it, but it has really put me off on the whole experience right from the first week.
But the school seems ok. The kids are nice when I meet them in the office or hallway, though we will see how it goes in the classroom. The other teachers are nice too, and the lunch is good. I'll stop complaining, but I am still angry.

This is one of the hallways at the school. Long, right?

Here is the view from the second floor. The place really couldn't be more centrally located in the city. That is Seoul Tower (or Namsan Tower) on the hill. Great location.