Walls caving in

So things have gone from bad to worse... kinda.
So I found out from some legal advice that quitting was a dumb thing to do... and that the school is actually holding all the cards... not me. In Korea, if a person quits their job before the term in the contract is up... the school has to give the employee a "letter of release". This letter just states that they are agreeing to your resignation and will allow you to seek alternate employment opportunities. Without that letter... you are unable to get a new visa... and without a visa... well you can't work.
Needless to say... BCM is playing hardball with the letter of release. I find out tomorrow if they are going to give me one... otherwise... Canada here I come.
I had a job interview today for Seoul English Village. This place is a tiny community in the center of Seoul that is run and operated by the Korean Government and Korea Herald Newspaper. Inside the 4 brick buildings is literally America. Students spend a week in the community interacting with foreigners who teach them the proper ettiquette of English life. Each room in the building is a different 3-dimensional set... from a working kitchen... to a post office... and a miniture movie theater... to a nightclub... grade 5-6 Korean students get to experience American life. Foreign teachers in the school are assigned certain roles (policeman, postman, cook, doctor, etc) and when the children come into your classroom... well you are that role. Needless to say I REALLY WANT THIS POSITION.
The interview went well... I think.... the pay would be lower than what I have now... but there would be no utility bills because I would live in the residence... and meals would be provided at the cafeteria.
Please keep your fingers crossed about this job... I really think that I would be perfect for it.
I had a major panick attack though today in the elevator on my way back to work after the interview. My breathing became eratic... my heart began to race... the walls started to close in... it was the longest elevator ride to the 7th floor I have ever had. I think the stress of the entire situation has finally caught up with me. Footprints has basically abandoned me here... they've given me advice that was incorrect.. and have refused to intervene on anyone's behalf. I am half-way across the world... and I just feel... hopeless.
Even if I get that job... BCM might refuse to give me my letter... and then where would I be.
When I got to the 7th floor of the BCM I was literally in tears. Miss Bae (my manager) saw me and said that I shouldn't worry and that she thought that BCM was just upset right now and that they would release me without any more problems. I really hope so.
This week has definetly been a stress filled one. Next week is my birthday... and well... all I want is my letter of release... forget the party, the alcohol, the presents... all I want is to be free!
Well... needless to say that this is a rough patch... all I ask is that you remember me in your prayers tonight... and keep your fingers crossed. Who knows.. maybe the birthday fairy will bring me what I really want this year.
I'll keep you posted.
Cheers