Contracts are not for morons.

I am a freaking moron.

Worked today in Livermore, today I got my paycheck, which was about half of what I thought it was going to be.

Because I can't read my stupid contract right.

Silly me thinking it said $25/lesson, when it really said $25/hour. Huge oversight that was (not so strange, last two contracts he had written per lesson rather than per hour, as all lessons are half hour).

So I'm freaking pissed off at myself for being so incredibly stupid. Of course, my contract is for the year, so I'm hoping I can get out of it, because otherwise, I'm fucked.

In compositional news, I have my first post-marriage lesson with Hdez tomorrow, which should be exciting as I have 6 pages of hand-written music to show (yes, I am actually quite proud of myself). Now I just have to write in all the musical markings so he doesn't yell at me, and all will be well...at least on that front.

And I've finally found the time to do at least an hours worth of listening: the gym. Listening to new (or new-to-me) music at the gym certainly makes the time go by more enjoyably, if not faster. Yay!