it's a hard knock life

Joel got "let go" from his job as a barback today...in a text message. It never ceases to amaze me how unprofessional people are in the restaurant industry.

He was at his first job when he received the text message, so he waited until he got off and went over to Boone's to speak with a manager. They told him their reasons were because he a.) continuously asked the bartenders for tipouts, and b.) didn't clean the floors well enough, and they were having to be cleaned again in the morning, and it "just wasn't working out."

When Joel was hired, he was told the job was hourly wage + tipouts. Once he started working there, he never received tipouts, and when he asked, he was told it was only when they were busy. Then, when they were busy, he still didn't get tipped out. I don't think Joel was wrong in asking for the tipout, but I think he went about it in the wrong manner. He shouldn't have been asking the bartenders, he should have gone to upper management and asked what the conditions of the job were, and if they had changed he should have been told as much. Since we're only getting the Joel side of the story, it's possible he was told, and just didn't listen, but who knows.

I don't think Joel's that broken up over it, because he got home at 5am this morning and had to be at his other job at 10am. I don't think it would have been long before he decided it wasn't the right place for him--we had a conversation in the car, just this morning, about how he wasn't really happy there because he thought he was going to be getting tips, and he wasn't, and the amount of work he was doing wasn't worth $8/hr. I personally see it as a blessing in disguise, because he now has a bit more time to dedicate to his GED and schoolwork. He's not happy, because he needs a second job if he wants to drive his sweet ass whip, but I have no doubt he will be out looking for another job tomorrow in order to be able to drive.

I remember the only job I ever got "let go" from--I worked at a card store when I was 15, and a new manager came in and pushed everybody out the door, giving all of us a different reason of why we weren't good employees. I remember feeling stricken and hurt, and going home in tears--no one likes being told they aren't good enough. But in Joel's case, I think this might be a good thing for him. A bit of a humbling experience, which is something he needs in his life--knowing that in any job, you are always replaceable. Harsh, but a reality. He's always talking himself up, saying how they "need him"--and he's just been handed a reality check that no one "needs" him, and employment is a privilege, not a right.

I don't even know what to title this one.

Joel got a phone call yesterday from an old friend letting him know his sister had been arrested.

http://www.wral.com/news/news_briefs/story/8970500/

Finding out things like this just tell me that we did the right thing by getting him out of Raleigh. He wasn't in contact with his sister, but he was in contact with his father, who saw his sister often. The article doesn't say it, but they later found out that the person who "committed" the robbery was Ownie Henry, who is his sister's boyfriend, and the person who got Joel involved in illegal activity back when Joel was 15.

The saddest part? Lindsay just had a baby. Both parents are now in jail, and Joel's parents can't even get custody of their own children--so, another one added to the foster care system...

sweet ass whips!

Take most people, they're crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, and they're always talking about how many miles they get to a gallon, and if they get a brand-new car already they start thinking about trading it in for one that's even newer. I don't even like old cars. I mean they don't even interest me. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake. ~J.D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye

So, Joel has become fixated on driving. While I understand this need, or urge, he refuses to listen to us on the issues of how expensive owning a car is, how he is not going to be able to park downtown when he goes to work for 15 hours a day, how if he does he is going to get parking tickets and boots, and that the beauty of living downtown is not having to drive. But, he's never had a license, and for those of you that know about the debacle with the car and tickets in Raleigh know we're not starting with a clean slate here.

The short version of the story is this: At the start, Joel informed us he wanted to purchase a "sweet ass whip*," and I, probably because I'm so old, had no idea what that meant. Since then, I have had multiple "sweet ass whips" pointed out to me on the road, so I now have a better understanding. Unfortunately Joel is unable to afford said sweet ass whip, since he will be spending about $200 a month on car insurance. Joel decided to compromise his lofty goals of purchasing the 1992 Lexus on craiglist for $1500 (engine not included) and agree to a more reasonable solution. My dad (thank heavens for him) is selling Joel his old car. It's a 1998 Ford Explorer, but it's in good shape both mechanically and physically, and will be something reliable and safe he can drive.

In the state of SC, you cannot get a driver's license unless you have an active insurance policy, regardless of if you own a vehicle or not. So, Joel is going to have to fork over the money to activate the insurance to get the license--and if he fails the test, he's wasted that money. As I am quickly discovering, though, convincing a 19 year old that they don't know everything is quite a tough feat. Joel is certain, although coming from NC, that he knows the SC laws, can pass the test, and his ability to "sort of parallel park" will serve him well enough. The catch? He needs US to take him to the DMV to take his test.

One condition of Joel moving here with us was to get his GED. While his class has been cancelled a few times, he has not been doing any studying on his own, regardless of the extensive suggestions Brandan and I have given him. After a talk with my mom (mom is always right), she suggested we find out what means something to him, and use it as an incentive. So, the plan is this: Get your GED, and I'll take you to get your driver's license. On a smaller scale, finish those 4 pages of math problems, and I'll take you outside and teach you how to parallel park for an hour. We know that (despite Joel's refusals) that the minute he gets that car and license, he's gone. Studying is going to be out of the picture. So I told him I'm holding the car, and not taking him to take his driver's test, until he gets the GED.

It's tough, because we're not Joel's parents. But we moved Joel here with us, and he has no one else to provide him guidance and keep him on track. At first I felt like I couldn't say things like, "you can't have your license until you get your GED," because that's such a parent thing to say. But I'm quickly realizing that Joel still needs these kind of boundaries and goals set for him, and we're the only people who are going to do it. He makes poor decisions because he doesn't have the knowledge to make good ones, and it's up to Brandan and I to educate him about how the real world works, so that when the time comes, he can make the right choice on his own.

*"Whip"-When the steering wheel was first put into use in automobiles, it was called the "whip". The whip is what you used to control the horses on a stagecoach, hence the analogy. Many years later, various hip hop artists noticed that the Mercedes-Benz logo resembled a steering wheel. They then proceeded to use the old term "whip" to describe any Mercedes-Benz vehicle. The term has now been generalized to classify any expensive automobile.
Source: www.urbandictionary.com

the beauty of being old

It feels like everything in our house has settled into what will become a familiar routine. Joel has started working 2 jobs--one at King Street Grille and a second shift at Boone's Bar and Grill. He works about 35 hours a week at each place, so he's rarely around for dinner and the like, but he has made sure that both places know he has class on Monday and Wednesday nights and is not available to work. His current schedule has him off on Mondays, at class on Monday nights, a double on Tuesdays (keep in mind, a double is King Street Grille from 10am-5pm and Boone's from 5pm-3am), Wednesday dayshift at King Street Grille from 10-5, class Wednesday night from 6-8, Thursday dayshift off (we have deemed this 'study time,' although neither of us are here to enforce, so the amount of actual studying done is questionable), Thursday night at Boone's from 5pm-3am, and straight doubles Fri, Sat, and Sun, with an early close of 8pm on Sunday. If nothing else, Joel is a hard worker. He seems to have a (vague) idea of where he wants to be, and has learned that not much else other than hard work will get you there. I've heard him say numerous times that he never ever wants to go back to jail again, that it was the scariest place he's ever been, and I think he's proving to both us and himself that he has left that old self by the wayside. Perhaps this realization seems a bit delayed, after knowing him for a year and a half and moving him here with us, but it's hard to not have that nagging doubt that the person he was might still be buried in there somewhere, and come back and destroy all of us when it all just becomes too much for him. I'm starting to believe though, that he's moved on and grown up a bit. Don't get me wrong, there's still plenty of growing up for him to do, but it feels like he's headed in the right direction.

Brandan and I have been informed multiple times since we moved in with Joel that we are old. Being under 30, this is hard to swallow--I am old in someone else's eyes. Wasn't I just here in college, in my jeans and flip flops, headed to class? I'm back, and I'm still in my jeans and flip flops--but I'm no longer part of the heartbeat of this town. The current of energy comes from the college students, and they are all cohesive, coming together as a unit, and keeping this place alive, like a heartbeat. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to have moved on. It simply feels like it wasn't that long ago that I was a part of it all. Now, I'm being told by someone in that group that I am an outsider, an 'old person.' And while a close look in the mirror reveals some fine lines around the eyes that weren't there a few years ago, I don't FEEL old. So, I resign myself to the fact that perhaps I'm not quite as old as Joel makes me out to be, and not quite as ancient as I make myself out to be after being told I'm old. It's easy to forget how much of a difference 10 years makes at that age. While I think Joel over exaggerates ("Society has changed since you guys were young, relationships are different, you don't know how things are now"), I remind myself we are of the same generation, and 10 years from now, when he is our age, he will realize that he's just getting started on life.

So, I try as much as possible to be 'cool and hip,' and at the same time let Joel be 19. As much as it drives me crazy when he comes out of his room, sits down at the table, scarfs down a meal, and immediately gets up and goes back to his room, I remind myself that this is his first opportunity at being a normal kid. And for a 19-year old, that is normal behavior. He comes with a history of living in a trailer in Colorado with 13 people, and living in a car with 3 other people. He comes from foster care, abusive parents, drug and alcohol abuse. It's a small miracle that he's come out as unbroken as he is. So when something that presents itself as a typical teenager trait drives me crazy, I do my best to let it slide, and let him be a normal, sullen, withdrawn, untalkative teenager, just like the rest.

In the meantime, we will continue to be "the old people," who give him advice that he doesn't want or doesn't think is relevant to his life. But 10 years from now, when he is "old," and has the sudden realization that all those little snippets of advice given over dinner, or in the car on the way to work, or down the hall as the door closes halfway through my sentence were actually accurate, I will know I wasn't wasting my breath. I was simply passing on what is meant to be passed on. The advice my parents gave me, about life, when I thought they knew nothing. Turns out they knew it all. And when I think he's not listening, I think about myself, and how I didn't think I was listening, but now realize I was, all along.