Workin' for a Living

If you're old enough to recall that Huey Lewis & the News song, start humming or singing it and you may find you can't get it out of your head. I thought of it when my 15-year-old was figuring out his schedule for this week (and the next four). Last week he began a part time job at a legal firm in town, joining a crew of high school students who help create folders, pull files, and keep the attorneys organized for client meetings and court appearances. This week he began a summer theater arts workshop at the high school, which he also did last year and enjoyed. His day today:

• wake at 8am
• leave at 8:45am
• ride bike 3 1/2 miles across town to high school, allowing for traffic situations, to arrive in plenty of time for 9:30 start
• workshop until 1:00
• change into business clothes and ride back across town to the law office
• eat lunch and show up in plenty of time for 2:00 start
• work until 6:00
• arrive home around 6:10

Granted, it isn't my 40 minute commute, but he'll be able to know what it feels like to be an average working class slob. And he'll have to deal with time management, and coping with staying on a schedule when others do their best to make you late (f'rinstance if theater ends later than 1:00). And he'll be a better person for it.

I have to admit I'm taking a perverse pleasure in the fact that I won't be the last one in our household to arrive home after work...heh heh... :-)