I remember the call when my mom told me I would be starting a job at a local restaurant that Friday night. I was scared and a little excited. I would be working a regular job for regular pay. This would be money for me. ME! Over the years, I worked in fields, bars, and day care facilities. My first job was the dirtiest, smelliest, and most grueling job I have ever had. Clearing up after a table full of people who don't have any self-respect in how they eat outside of their own homes is pretty disgusting. Cigarette butts in coffee cups, water glasses, and plates, phlegm in cups or half wrapped in tissues, food chewed up then spit onto plates; Welcome to the world of restaurants in the 80s. None of that mattered in the end; I was making money and I was the mother f*cking queen.
It wasn't long and I was on to bigger and better jobs. Just like with field work where we pimped ourselves out to other farms, kids of my day were always on the come up. Is someone paying more? Are the hours better? We went where the money was. We did everything we could to earn the independence we were seeking. In my home, if we wanted the freedom of travel we could either get a job and get our own transportation or we could abide by the rules of driving a family vehicle. The family vehicle had far more restrictions. When the ultimatum came down, "if you live under my roof you live under my rules", you had fewer options if you were driving the family LTD. If you had your very own 1980 Pinto you pretty much had the world by the balls.
Like the ambitious young idiot that I was I opted for the freedom of a 1980 Pinto in 1990. I took jobs that paid more and ended up convincing myself that I was better off going it alone. I left home and school. I worked my ass off. Following that there was a marriage, kids, pain, divorce, more pain, more stupidity, college, jobs that didn't quite fit, student loans, and trying to raise two kids alone for many years.
Now I find myself preparing my youngest for the real world. He's graduated early and I feel I've done a piss poor job of preparing him for the real world. He knows how to wash his laundry. He knows how to take the trash out. He knows how to load the dishwasher. If ever he shares a place with friends he will not be able to blame me for his lack of home maintenance skills.
It seems that no matter how much life experience I have and the amount of real life skills I've imparted to my kids there is still something I do not understand. How is it that I made 1/3 the wage in an era of higher inflation, and kids these days still think their parents owe them more?
If you're living at home past the age of 18, college or not, you should be putting money aside to GET THE HELL OUT. If you're one of the fortunate ones who have parents that can support you while you go to college then you should be saving like a mofo. If you choose not to go to school and your parents are gracious enough to let you live at home then you should be helping out and paying your own incidentals.
For those unsure of what an incidental is...
1. Car insurance or the extra your parents pay to have your young ass on theirs.
2. Cell phone bill.
3. Party tab. Don't ask your parents for party time spending money. Screw you.
4. Car payment if you have one.
5. Anything above and beyond what your parents need to get by.
If you're out of high school and not in college full time you should be contributing. The rest of your money should be saved so you can, again, GET THE HELL OUT. This isn't just for your parents' sake. This is something you need to do for yourself. Grow up. Take ownership of the life you're choosing.
These days parents aren't pushing kids out of the nest as early as they used to, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't know the expense you create. You eat like adults, use the electric, gas, water, cable, and internet. You want all the joys of independence and adulthood without the responsibilities. Please understand that when you complain the look on your parents' faces is one of a complete lack of understanding. We don't get it.
What the hell are you spending money on? This relates to the parental question, "Are you doing drugs?" We ask this because we know the cost of shit. As adults, we spend a lot of money on things. At the end of the month we have to look back and account for where the money went. We still have a few bucks left over though our expenses are far higher and a good portion of what you cost is still on our bill. So what is a parent supposed to think?
If I made what today's kids can make right out of high school, my parents gave me a place to live rent-free, and I didn't have groceries to buy or kids to feed I'd have a ton of money. What the hell are you buying if not drugs? Is it stocks, bonds, or precious metals? For real, clue me in. Maybe we can all retire early.
Please, if your parents are gracious enough to not turn your room into a sewing room, man cave, room for let, or a sex dungeon.... have the decency to contribute a bit without being a complete asshole. They've already given you life and a safe place to grow into the beautiful snowflake you are. Make the best of it for your future. Don't take it for granted. The lazier you are now and the more you ask of them the less your inheritance.
My son's graduation announcements arrived today. On the back it reads, "Stepping off the stage, diploma in hand, he will throw away the map drawn for him and begin to create his own." No truer words will be spoken. When you receive that diploma you are bound to yourself, your choices, your passions, and, above all, the consequences those things create.
Learn to think before you act. Remember that some of the hardest decisions you make will be the ones that steer you down the road. Believe that no matter where you are today this is not exactly where you'll be tomorrow. It is a long journey, and as the saying goes, "Life is a journey not a destination." The ultimate goal in life is to find someone who believes you grow more beautiful, intelligent, and loving with each passing year. My wish for all of you is that when you find that person that it is you.