Ivyboy is having a bit of a life lesson right now and I think I have realized what “It takes a village” means. His father and I never had any experience with goofing off in school or having a bad work ethic. Ivyboy, despite our best efforts, didn’t get what we were trying to teach him. So, others are teaching him what he needs to learn, most likely without realizing they are doing it.
He is desperate to get back to school. He was stressing over the money (we are charging him rent, not a lot to us, not enough to bankrupt him, but enough to make it sting a bit) and we are letting him stress. Until he got a steady reliable job, he was going over to the day labor place.
This means he has to get himself up at 4am, get his father up by 4:30am to drive him over there (he has neither car nor driver’s license yet, just a permit.)
The first day he spent working as a garbage man. I think something started to ping for him when the job was announced and he was the only one to grab it. The others didn’t want to haul garbage…even though it meant more money.
Most everyone else wanted to be paid in cash, even though it meant taking a cut in the check. Okay, I get that, some people, for whatever reason, may not be able to get or want a bank account.
Several times he went, only to find there were no jobs available, or they’d all been taken.
He was able to get a “job” with his uncle for a week helping to move, then it was back to the day labor place, and for this week he got the coveted Return Ticket (basically, he was assured a job at a golf course all week.)
The other five people in the group knocked off at 2:30pm. My son made arrangements to stay later and for me and his father to pick him up so he could make more money. He also made the effort to you know, work, while he said the others either goofed off or did a half-assed job (they call it “job security.”)
The second day he wondered if it was worth it for him to bust his ass while everybody else let him. His father and I assured him that yes, it was noticed, while it may not be obvious.
The third day, after the others knocked off at 2:30p, the supervisor at the golf course offered my son extra water, his personal golf cart for his use, and noticed that there seemed to be some sections that looked good while others were horrible. Ivyboy nodded thoughtfully (guess who did the section that looked good?) The supervisor even credited an extra half hour of work for my son even though they arrived late (something he did not do for the others.)
The fourth day, one of the other workers brought a 12-pack of beer to the jobsite and shared it around. One woman talked about how she had to buy some pot from her son because seeing a snake the day before had stressed her out so much. Another worker told my son that he would “learn” not to work so hard.
The last day, they were supervised. My son did what he normally did, and said that as soon as supervisor left, one of the workers literally stopped working in mid-swing (they were machete-cutting water hazards.)
My son says it was frightening at how easy it was to be lazy. One evening when he got his check, he noticed it was for a lesser amount. The day labor clerk realized he’d been paid at the wrong rate per hour, as had everyone else that day, but my son was the only one who noticed.
Even though my son has a work ticket for the golf course next week, he will not be back. He got a job at Belk’s as a temporary worker for the shopping season.
So, thanks for all those people out there who taught my son a lesson…those who did not work, and those who noticed the difference between those who worked and those who didn’t and rewarded accordingly. My son has earned enough to pay us rent and have enough left over to get his butt back to college in January. I think he will go back humbled and wiser.
Some people learn by lectures, some by watching others, and some have to pee on the electric fence themselves.