Screwed
Trip Start
Sep 12, 2006
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Trip End
Sep 08, 2008
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Sliema and St Julians, Malta
Thursday, September 13, 2007
I went in a little early on the Tuesday to plan my lessons, however while I was taking advantage of the free wifi and chatting with Ania I was met with some surprising news. To cut a long story short, in order to teach English in Malta, I needed an English teacher's permit. The school didn't tell me about this because they thought no one would care as I was only staying for a fortnight, and hence I didn't have one. However, late on the previous day my boss received word of an inspection, and since the school had been targetted in the past, they needed everything to be perfect. Having me there, without a permit, would not have looked good, and hence, after just a day on the job, I found myself without a job!
It wasn't all bad though. To make up for the school's stuff up I was paid double for what I was owed for the classes I taught. I was also told that if I could get the paperwork together (which involved getting a copy of my high school certificate from a decade earlier) I could get a permit and work the following week. I was pretty disappointed with the whole situation, but as I needed the money I resolved to do everything I could in order to get the permit.
As my mum was in Melbourne, I had to wait for her to return before I could get a scanned copy of my high school certificate. Thus, I got to know the little hood between Sliema and St Julian's pretty well over the next few days. Apart from a trip to the police headquarters in Floriana to get a conduct certificate, I spent my time wandering along Sliema's promenade, sunbathing on the shelves of bare rock and dining on home made ravioli at one of the restaurants lining the waterfront. Actually, I only did the latter the once, as it was a somewhat expensive exercise, and conserving money was paramount.
On the Thursday morning I took all the paperwork into school, and they said they'd do their best to get me a permit. I wasn't getting my hopes up though, and I basically accepted the fact that whether or not I liked it, or could afford it, I was now on holiday. With the sun shining, and the warm crystal clear waters of the Mediterranean beckoning, I could think of much worse situations to be in.
