How did I get a role in San Francisco's horror scene?

Every foreigner talks about it. The horror of San Francisco. Looking for a flat.

Landlords and agencies ask you for credit reports. Proof from former landlords that you pay your monthly rent. Proof from your neighbours that it is fun to have you around. No prob. I'll let my neigbours write down how much fun I am. And I owned my former house. So yes, I proof I paid the bills.

Nonono. Not in the horror scene of SFO. AMERICAN proof needed. You have a bank in Europe? Well, that's where it ends. Cause credit in Europe does not mean anything to an American. Even not when explaining them our Euros value more. Does your European neighbour think you're cool? Well... that's definitely not cool enough in America.

At least, that's what I heard. I thought to skip that role in the horror scene by renting a furnished corporate appartment for a short period. And extend that.

I, unfortunately, did not count on the managing lady of the agency. She definitely writes horror stories herself. And yes, she gave me a role. Grrrrr.