The Context

After a month-long travel through Italy, I arrived in Malta a few weeks ago (end of July). I have a friend living here, and he had told me this is a nice place for expats: good weather, low unemployment, good wages, beautiful women, and low taxes. I decided I would settle here, at least for a good few months, finda a job, and make some money.

My friend helped me at the beginning. He housed me and he lent me some money. I still owe him some. I was very short on cash, so I quickly started looking for a job: any job would do. For a few days, I knocked on doors, in Valletta, Sliema, and some work agencies, proposing my services.

On a Sunday evening (strange day to find a job...), I passed by a tourism office on Sliema Strand. One of the many that sell tickets for boat trips around the island. The boss was at the door. I asked him if by chance he had any vacancy. He proposed me to sell tickets for him, and told me to come the day after for a trial, to see how the business operates. I accepted.