My son Z started getting crazy from the pandemic around the fall of 2021. He’d made very few friends in Boston before Covid, and the friends he did make from music lessons stopped coming to Boston from the suburbs. And he couldn’t really meet new kids, because Covid.
His therapist suggested to him that he get a job.
I laughed. I told him to go read five years of我的教育职位where I write about how stupid it is to get a job that doesn’t build on skills you’ll use long term. I told him, “You’re living during the Great Resignation and you are taking a minimum wage job doing repetitive menial labor? No.”
He ignored me.
I told him the interviewer will ask him if he speaks Spanish, because he has a Spanish last name. I told him say he speaks only a little.
He said, “I’ve been doing Spanish for a year.”
I said, “Work-wise, that’s the equivalent of speaking no Spanish.”
He interviewed one time and got the job. The restaurant asked him if he spoke Spanish. He said a little.
He says, “They know the words for waiting tables but nothing else. So if people say something off script they get stuck.”
“Like yesterday someone said, can I have change for this $100 so I can leave a tip in smaller bills? And it didn’t make sense to the waiter, so he got me. And I said, sir how can I help you, and then I got him change. And it’s weird because the guy could have just asked, can I have change.”
Like during the查尔斯的头a French rowing team came to the restaurant and the Spanish-speaking wait staff didn’t understand the rowers speaking English. So Z waited on rowers, but he had never waited tables before, so he translated the French-accented English to Spanish for the regular waiters.
I’m glad he takes this for granted.
A waitress with a heavy accent asked someone for his ID and he said, “Let me see your ID. You’re not even from here.” The manager overheard it, and threw everyone at the table out of the restaurant. Just like that. Z saw the whole thing. And of course he said to us, “What else would the manager do??!”
I didn’t want to tell Z that it probably takes a huge shortage of restaurant workers for people to get thrown out that quickly. I want to believe the world is a great place, and everyone sticks up for the good and not evil. But I think we need the Great Resignation to push us in the right direction.那就是让我为此兴奋的原因。
So I was going to tell Z he needs to quit. Or at least cut down his hours. Becausehis head injury kills him at this job–– he comes home with a pounding headache most nights, and he often forgets all his Spanish and people think he’s playing stupid.
When Omicron came the restaurant shut for a week. The sign said everyone would get paid for the week anyway. And I was not surprised. Watching Z work has taught me to expect more from employers. But I was surprised when Z started crying.
“You’re crying? Why are you crying?”
“I love the job so much.”
“Are you sure? I thought we’re all getting fired.”
他松了一口气。我放心。我不希望我的孩子在辞职期间从事愚蠢的餐厅工作。但是有些工作带有归属和学习 - 和关怀。这些是在我刚开始工作时拯救我的工作，我很高兴那些类型的工作仍然存在，我更快乐的儿子找到了一个工作。