I don’t know what was tougher—taking my son to his first part-time job or going to pick him up after being told that he was let go.
For about a week and a half I got to taste—nay, sample—what it’s like to live in a life where the playing field was somewhat level for my kid. Yes, my son had a part-time summer job. But after just a week and a half [actually just four workdays, yikes!], the manager determined that it wasn’t working out, wasn’t a good fit and just seemed to be too overwhelming for my guy.
Well, it was awesome while it lasted. Even if it was just a measly four days. Four days?!
It’s been a whirlwind of firsts for this fella. First job interview, first job, first [and last] paycheck, first time taking direction from a supervisor, first time keeping track of work schedule, first time explaining that his training time wasn’t reflected in his paycheck, getting that all squared away and his first time turning in his apron and name badge. <Sigh.>
But I know my son, and I know it won’t be his last time. As my sister said, “He will persevere!” She knows him, too, because the other day he wrote out what he learned from this experience, a ton of information to carry to his next job.
He knows the type of environment he’d prefer. The length of shift he can handle. Questions to ask during the interview. Better questions to ask. And so much more. We live. We learn.
So even though he no longer holds the job, he emerged from it all holding a paycheck—a sizeable one, at that. And while he was bummed and ‘kinda sad’ about the turn of events, that special piece of paper took away much of the sting.
I’m now getting a taste, albeit bitter, of what it’s like to be in the ASD world facing the issue of employment. Getting a job and holding a job are two very different things.
He frequently reminds me of his new bank balance. That’s another plus. And it makes me smile.