School is finished.
And wow. I am now the parent of a nearly at university student.
But before that happy day – hopefully – of a decent ATAR result and an offer to the preferred course – Science at UWA – the pocket money has been cut off.
Now you might scream “Fair crack of the sauce bottle! Give the guy a break, he’s just finished 12 grueling years of school…”
A summer job is good for him.
A bit of money, certainly more than I’m prepared to give him.
Something to do.
And he’s not alone.
Joining him in the workforce is Miss 14, who has been busy handing out resumes to local businesses and prospective babysitting clients.
Since being on holidays she’s continued her Saturday morning waitressing job and done some work for a friend assisting at a holiday program for 4-7 year olds.
She’s good with kids.
(must get it from her paternal grandmother… sorry mum)
And how much does she like spending the money she’s earning?!!!
The only downside?
I don’t get a say in how she spends it.
A small price to pay.
So summer jobs.
They can be crap.
I spent a couple of summers photocopying in an engineering library…
But the pay packet is delicious.
And anyone who stays at home… well.
I have chores that need doing.