day 10
day 10
By 1pm I had heard nothing about the great English teaching job and I took the plunge and went flyering. To me, this is the lowest of the low in the job world. I imagined standing in the street desperately hassling people to go to whichever shit nightclub I happened to be advertising. And I was pretty much spot on, except in the day time we were expected to have actual conversations with people about the great the mix of R&B and hip hop we provided, then put their names on the guest list. As far as payment goes, you get 1.5 euros for everybody with their name on the guest list who actually goes, and 1 euro for every flyer with your name on it that is taken on the door. Did I mention that I spent a large proportion of my day writing my name on flyers? I also spent a large proportion of the time I was supposed to be working sitting on a terrace drinking wine. Depending on the money.. and I will have to wait until next Wednesday to get paid.. if you work in short bursts, with long breaks, it is not such a bad job. I am offering people a chance to go to a club for free, but if they have something better to do with their evening, I am very understanding.
Half way through my evening I got a call which ruined it completely. Miguel left me an answer phone message to casually inform me that the room is not available after all. That is seriously bad news. I am going to visit friends in France the day after tomorrow. I have no time to look at flats before I go, which means I will come back with nowhere to live. Just for completeness I found the first internet cafe I could to see if I was still unemployed, as well as homeless. The message was “we would like to work with you in the near future, call me on Tuesday”. What does that mean? Well at least it’s not a “no”.
Tags: barcelona, catalonia, flat hunting, teaching english, Travel
