Chiming in to relate on two counts: first, also today just got my unemployment (in the US). It's back-compensated, which is really nice, but also might have been nice to have three months ago.

Second, I've gone through the immigration process in Germany as a student and it was uh, specific. Americans think of this kind of thing as the Department of Motor Vehicles, which is pretty tame by comparison. Other non-Schengen students told me they were asked during their visa meeting, with no particular consistency, for proof of assets, proof of residency, proof of enrollment in a German university, proof of healthcare, and some other seemingly arcane document - maybe proof I wasn't employed in Germany? I remember waiting in line with all those documents (no way was I going to do this twice) in an entry room at the Auslaenderamt, a nightmarish glass Bauhaus building, before it opened, queued in this serpentine line with no cordons or anything, just a line that snaked its way through an entirely empty tile-floored room and eventually out the door into a gray December. After reaching the front of the line, I was given a number; when it was called, they told me what floor I needed to go to, where I waited in another line and was given another number, so I waited until I was called there as well. In the middle of the visa meeting - which I'm proud to say I did entirely in German, and for which I actually only needed proof of residency and enrollment - I had to go to the bottom floor to feed a receipt into a vending machine where I deposited my visa fee (50 euro for me, which seemed to vary student by student - another American paid 0) before returning to the higher floor to conclude. I also remember how ready people were to just tell you that you were in the wrong place, and I vividly remember one German man yelling at a woman about how her baby was crying too loudly, which isn't the kind of thing you'd see here really.