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Gainful Employment

by Richard

In the category of news that could be good or bad, we’ve got the following entry: Sarcasmo is out of the house and into gainful employment.

Good because, hey, he’s out of the house and actually out there earning a salary, interacting with people and gaining valuable experience with being responsible. Bad because he’s doing that instead of being off at school learning to be irresponsible, but still earn good enough grades to look like he’s responsible.

Sarcasmo is back at home for a while so he can figure out what he wants to do with his future. Let’s just say that life at a university off on his own didn’t agree with him.

After all the emotion and stress I had with letting him go, I’m finding it’s even harder to have him come back home. In the short time he was gone, I found that I’d grown to like having only two young dudes to be responsible for on a daily basis. Now I’m back up to cooking for five every night.

Since we’re no longer legally obligated to have Sarcasmo under our roof (he’s over 18, you see), we’re having a hard time letting him just loaf around the house. So he got the message that he had to take some courses at the local community college and go out and get a job. We’re going to start collecting rent. Of course we are.

Make it too comfortable living here and I have the feeling we’ll see a permanent presence start grafting itself to Sarcasmo’s room.

With the economy as bad as it is, there’s people actually qualified for work who are having a hard time getting employed. Which makes Sarcasmo’s getting a job seem even better.

He’s off to grace the fresh-food section at a local Harris Teeter with his joyous presence. He went in on Monday to fill out the paperwork necessary to work. We’re still not sure if he’s going to be working with fruits and vegetables or deli or something along those lines, but that’s the section where he’ll be working.

I’m really looking forward to seeing how this works out. Sarcasmo’s not the most social person in the world, but this will necessitate him actually interacting with new and different people. Should actually be good for him. At least I hope so.

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Take This Job. . .

by Richard

There’s an old saying that goes something along the lines of “Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.” Turns out that’s pretty good advice.

For a while now, I and my wife, known to the young dudes as She Who Must Be Pacified At All Costs, have been urging (read screaming at them) Sarcasmo and Zippy the Monkey Boy to get a job. It’s not because we can’t afford to feed them — yet. More like we think that a job will help them become a bit more self-sufficient, learn to be more confident and help them understand responsibility.

And also get them a few extra bucks in their pocket.

Well, now we’re well and truly hoisted on our own petard. Zippy the Monkey Boy turned out to be listening and then went out and got a job.

Here’s the problem, though. The job he got? He’s a delivery boy for a Chinese restaurant. Yeah. Zippy the Monkey Boy. This is the young dude who, seven minutes after getting his learning permit and driving the both of us home from the DMV, ran over a dog that darted out into the road.

This is a young dude who’s a pretty good driver. Unfortunately, he knows he’s pretty good, which means he’s not driving around in the state of paranoia and desperate fear that I like to cultivate in young drivers.

And he’s out on the road, looking for places he has never been and then taking food there.

Those nights when he’s out on a delivery can be sort of nerve-wracking. We know he’s getting all the good stuff we want him to get from having a job, but the idea that he’s running around out there in a car most of the night, and interacting with people who might not have his best intentions in mind. . . well, that’s a little scary.

It got worse when he said to me after his second night on the job, “Dad, I want to get a really big knife so I can keep it under the seat when I’m on the job. That way I can protect myself.”

Yeah. Not a great thought that. More on that Monday.

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