D1 wants a job. Like most people, money is her motivation. The other day I took her and her friend down to the local car wash. She heard they hire 14 year-olds, so we decided to start early in the search for summer employment.
With D1 in the front seat and her friend in the back, I drove them down the street while coaching them on what to say, what not to say, and how to stand, and how to smile, and who to ask for, and all other things pertinent to this life changing occasion.
When we arrived, I sat out in the car while she and her friend ventured inside to the office. A few short minutes later they emerged with white paper forms in their hands, explaining the manager was not in so they were to fill out the paperwork and return another time.
As we drove home, D1 reviewed the two-page generic employment application. After a minute she turned around to face the back seat.
"I hope they don't put me inside and make me do the books," she told her friend, "I hate paperwork."
Her friend nodded silently, barely looking up as she reviewed her own paperwork.
"Hmmm..." D1 continued a bit concerned after scanning the application further.
"I really hope they don't ask me to manage sales. That would be so boring," she concluded.
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