Serendipity

I am registered, insured and employed. I can’t believe how quickly and how well things have moved.

I am working three days a week in a Chiropractic office in the “Gay Village”. I like the office, any my co-worker / boss is great, but it seems that the last Massage therapist took all of his clients with him when he left and business is terribly slow. There are a number of things I am doing to put things in to place to drum up business, and I have no doubt that soon enough there will be a decent flow of clients.

In the mean time I have been looking for another part time job, and for quite a while I thought I hand found one. I applied to and got a job at a “BIG TORONTO SPA” At first I was really proud of the fact that the “BIG TORONTO SPA” wanted me, but the more I thought about it the more I was put off by the “BIG TORONTO SPA”.

The “BIG TORONTO SPA” is a really corporate place. Lots of rules. “BIG TORONTO SPA” wanted to pay me by the hour, not by the massage. It might sound good, but when you think about it, it kind of blows. They wanted to pay me considerably less than what I would be making if they were paying me a split. If I was going to wind up sitting around for a great deal of time that wouldn’t be a bad deal, but I know that “BIG TORONTO SPA” was going to work me to the bone. Another thing that has put me off is the fact that the “BIG TORONTO SPA” wanted me to work Saturdays and Sundays.

I hate working weekends.

I decided I would take the Job at “BIG TORONTO SPA” and keep looking for more suitable work, but the closer I got to my start date the less happy I was about my decision. On one hand, I need the money, On the other hand its pretty shitty to take a job you know full well you are going to dump the instant you have a chance.

After a lot of agonizing, and a conversation with the haggis, my dad and my step mom I decided last night to sen send the “BIG TORONTO SPA” a “dear John” letter.

This morning I left the house wondering if I had done the right thing. In my travels I noticed a spa. I got off the bus, walked in and asked if they needed an RMT. The owner interviewed me on the spot, asked me to do a practical and told me that she wanted me to work for her.

When I got to work today I got a phone call from the gym that I belong too. They want me to come in for an interview tomorrow.

I guess dumping “BIG TORONTO SPA” was a good move!