|The flower Patrick was given when he received his diploma. Note also my new window (wasp-nest free!), trim paint job and blinds. :)|
I've been very worried about Patrick of late, but haven't been able to blog all the details. Suffice to say that this transition to practical (rather than just legal) adulthood has been difficult for him. He still considers becoming a bum "an option," and I'm afraid if someone doesn't give him at least a minimum wage job soon, he will wander off with his backpack and we will never see him again.
Ahh... but he got a job! At what I'll call "Empires of Doom." I was clear I would NOT be driving out to Empires of Doom before he even interviewed; it's too far to expect rides when I have these five other kids who have schedules and here you don't have a license to drive yourself. He got a job there anyway and planned to walk about 2 1/2 hours per day EACH WAY. The job entails walking around all day with ladders and light bulbs. Climb up to the tippy tippy top of everything and change bulbs. Minimum wage. Oh! Did I mention you have to bring your own tools to this dangerous job? I wouldn't be surprised if they asked him to bring his own light bulbs while they were at it.
There was much fighting and sadness about this job. I was so upset. I told him if he joined the armed services, at least I would know if he died because they'd send someone out to the house. (*sniff!*) Was I a little dramatic? Maybe just a tad.
It worked tho'! Yayyyy!
That, or he took a good long look at the route he had to walk each day and some common sense prevailed. Either way, I'm grateful. Now he is applying online to a local business each day. We also need to go through * and replace the driver's permit he lost. Somehow, some "Experian" guy made up crap about how he thinks Patrick has an actual license and ratted on us to State Farm. State Farm in turn sent us a letter detailing that they knowwww we have another driver in the house they weren't informed about.
Excuse me, but I called within three HOURS of my son receiving a permit. And I was told that no changes would be forthcoming until he received a license. It is a shame that these people listen to "Experian," some dude I've never met or done business with, more than the customers they've been serving for the past TWENTY FLIPPING YEARS.
Really makes me mad. So. It looks like we need to replace his permit and toddle over to the State Farm office and tell them to COPY the stupid permit and shut up already. We have never been dishonest with State Farm in any way. What is the point of having a local agent if they are going to take the word of some guy you've never met over you? If we're going to be treated like that, why bother paying the middle man? I should just be able to go online, punch in some numbers, and get some impersonal service when/if I need to use the insurance.
I'm glad Patrick has graduated. It's wierd, though, seeing the other children go to school and him staying home. It will take some adjustment for everyone.