Find a job in a land of plentiful opportunity
We had a real sitdown family meal this afternoon. Not at home; the opening of a new restaurant within jogging distance was good enough reason to get out and try some other kitchen’s fare. And no, we didn’t jog there either.
The conversation turned to jobs; some of us have them, others want them. At least, that’s the claim. And as I listened, I wondered: What if we had raised the family in a different part of the country? Say, an area where the percentage rate of unemployment equals the daily mean temperature. Because locally, there’s work for all that want it. Leave a job, take another. Real jobs, too. The kind that could feed a family (and does).
The point is, we’re still talking about students, wanting to work in the off-class season. No McDo blouses here. The boys (#1 and #2) have always found that their skill set matched the request. Son #3 is on the cusp of joining the workforce, and he has choices. That’s pretty cool, when I think about it.
If we were living elsewhere, and I didn’t own a tractor, or a boat, the chances of gainful summer employment would be nuanced. Dependence on short term startup programs, or worse “job creation”. I mean, in my experience, job creation is like a roundabout. You go in, you do the curve, you go out. No staying allowed.
Tonight, there’ll be a sprint to prepare the mythic CV (when you’ve never had a job, this should be simple). No padding or euphemistic description. We’ll be watching (as parents) for the details. Don’t put your age, don’t list your SIN, KISS.
