In case you are just now joining us -- James is the nephew of mine who is living with us. He's 18, fresh out of high school, and today he officially joins the work force: his first job, a retail position. It's part time, but it means taking the light-rail train to work and developing routines and all that. In addition, he starts college part-time next week, so he'll be doing plenty of time-juggling (He said to us recently, "I'm never going to have fun in my life ever again, am I?"). I'm anxious to hear how his day went.
It reminds me of my first job -- also at age 18 -- which was when I went to college that first time. It was in the dishwashing department of the school's dining hall -- all early-morning shift (which meant being there at 6 a.m. seven days a week) -- and I can say now that it was the worst, most miserable job I've ever had. Even being in the Army was a better job. So I'd better not hear James complain.