Working Girl

Today was a rather monumental day at our house. Shannon was hired for her very first job :)

It's a big deal for her (and for me, sentimental fool that I am.) She plans on saving for her own car. She'll be working at DQ which, handily enough, is a mere 3 blocks away from home. I am digging on the funny symmetry of her first job and my first job. When I was just a titch older than her, I got a job at Oscar Hossenfelder's Ice Cream Shoppe/restaurant down on Cannery Row. I was the soda fountain girl which meant I dished out Fudgebana sundaes, malts, Orgies (of the ice cream variety - it was the signature dish: 32 scoops consisting of every flavour we had), splits, shakes and any other ice cream variation you can think of to the tourists. It was a fun job actually (tho I may have felt differently at the time. Hauling 20 pound tubs of ice cream up from the basement was actually not so much fun, but there you go.)

And now Shannon's going to be an ice cream girl at DQ :) I hope she enjoys it. I'm going to be satisfied with having her just a few blocks away and not having to worry much about getting her to and from work.

She interviewed for the job last Tuesday and then spent an agonizing time waiting to see if she got the job. After numerous attempts to be the squeaky wheel and call the manager (and missing her each time) she finally got through tonight. She came tearing out of her room, knocking stuff over and excitedly told me she got the job. It was so amazing to see the thrill on her face :)

I suddenly feel like a dilly bar.