The next morning we went to the labour offices and waited in the appropriate waiting room with our little number from the automatic machine. The lady eventually saw us. The all spoke German to us and we answered in English, as we could make out what they were saying from the Afrikaans we knew. When we were eventually ushered into a lady's office, she sat behind a big desk and flipped through some cards, took out three and started making phone calls. They were each different hotels. The first two had already filled the positions but the other one said we could come around. My tummy was in knots. So we went to the hotel in question.
The Penta Hotel. We were told to come back in an hour, then we filled in forms, were kept waiting, then shown in to an office, standing room only. She asked for references. We had none, at least none with us,so she returned us to the corridor to wait and called the housekeeper. The housekeeper said there was no position available. We couldn't understand, was it our lack of references, crumpled clothes or our Russian hats, never the less we departed.
We returned home rather down trodden and made a delicious spaghetti meal in the kitchen that the guests are allowed to use. We shared the meal with three other people and split the cost, making a tidy little profit.
Then we crawled up to our turret bedroom, and went to sleep.
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