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Crisis Averted
Sep. 7th, 2004 06:18 pmI woke up extra early this morning to go kayaking with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
f00dave only to discover today is the first day the small craft centre is no longer open in the mornings. Argh! So we went to the gym, instead. It would have been a better workout if my lungs had been more cooperative, but I've been vaguely asthmatic all day. It's left me with a steadily worsening headache, which I think is ruling out kung fu tonight.
The morning was stressful. I received a phone call from the tourism department wondering why the store wasn't open. I told them that it was more or less closed for the season, at which point I was told I was contractually obligated to keep the shop open seven days a week until September 25. Now, I remembered signing no such contract, and knowingly would never have done such a thing. After all, when I started on at the job, I thought I'd be returning to school fulltime as of today.
So I bolted down to the school and spoke with the powers that be, then went over to tourism where I discovered it was all a big misunderstanding on their part. No, I don't have to keep the shop open. And no, there was no contract saying so. Instead, I had signed a contract in reference to ticket sales for workshops which typically run to the 25th of September. And even this was altered to say I only had to do it until August 28th. Realizing that I wouldn't be forced into slave labour for yet another month was a huge relief. I've just arranged to teach my dance classes on the weekends and recommence modelling for artists again on weekdays. Both of these pursuits pay.
While I was downtown, I registered for a warm Ashtanga class. I'm both excited and repelled by it. I really want to do this, but at the same time, it's at 8:00 on Saturday mornings. Egad! The bad news is that I won't have time for breakfast beforehand. The good news is that yoga is best practiced on an empty stomach. The fates are doing their best to transform me into a morning person.
This class does put the kibosh on my half-formed scheme of selling stuff at the Farmers' Market on Saturday mornings. That is, unless Mom wants to work out a split shift with me....
f00dave only to discover today is the first day the small craft centre is no longer open in the mornings. Argh! So we went to the gym, instead. It would have been a better workout if my lungs had been more cooperative, but I've been vaguely asthmatic all day. It's left me with a steadily worsening headache, which I think is ruling out kung fu tonight.The morning was stressful. I received a phone call from the tourism department wondering why the store wasn't open. I told them that it was more or less closed for the season, at which point I was told I was contractually obligated to keep the shop open seven days a week until September 25. Now, I remembered signing no such contract, and knowingly would never have done such a thing. After all, when I started on at the job, I thought I'd be returning to school fulltime as of today.
So I bolted down to the school and spoke with the powers that be, then went over to tourism where I discovered it was all a big misunderstanding on their part. No, I don't have to keep the shop open. And no, there was no contract saying so. Instead, I had signed a contract in reference to ticket sales for workshops which typically run to the 25th of September. And even this was altered to say I only had to do it until August 28th. Realizing that I wouldn't be forced into slave labour for yet another month was a huge relief. I've just arranged to teach my dance classes on the weekends and recommence modelling for artists again on weekdays. Both of these pursuits pay.
While I was downtown, I registered for a warm Ashtanga class. I'm both excited and repelled by it. I really want to do this, but at the same time, it's at 8:00 on Saturday mornings. Egad! The bad news is that I won't have time for breakfast beforehand. The good news is that yoga is best practiced on an empty stomach. The fates are doing their best to transform me into a morning person.
This class does put the kibosh on my half-formed scheme of selling stuff at the Farmers' Market on Saturday mornings. That is, unless Mom wants to work out a split shift with me....
