"Boredom in teenage boys is a powerful motivation for chaos." -Wes Moore, The Other Wes Moore
"Mom...I got my hours from work and they've been cut to 10 hours a week."
He's been averaging 20 hours. He could stand to do at least 30 during the summer. He needs to stay busy. Boredom for him means trouble ...chaos.
He does have a 3 week summer film internship, which is awesome but he needs to fill the rest of his days with activity. And by activity, I mean things that don't include me!
My immediate response was panic. Great! What in the hell is he going to do with all of that time on his hands?!
"Why do you think they did that?" I say, trying to sound calm.
"It's the summer. Some college students are back at work. We hired more people, so they cut everyone's hours."
Thats's bullshit! That doesn't make any sense!
"You've been there for over a year solid and they cut your hours to make room for someone new? Or someone who just came back? Does that sound right to you?"
Either he needs to get this fixed this or he needs to work somewhere else. But how do I approach this with him delicately?
"Well, what are you going to do for money? After you buy groceries, you won't have much left for entertainment, dates, movies, eating out." I ask casually, trying not to change my expression or the tone of my voice.
He looks at me like I have 3 eyes. "I don't know! But I don't want to work Saturdays or Sundays. I need time to myself."
"Time to yourself? To do what? You won't have any money." Still trying to sound calm.
He hisses at me, or maybe he growls, I don't remember. He definitely gives me that angry look. He's getting pissed!
The conversation goes on. I excuse myself. I tell him it's because I don't appreciate his tone. It's quite upsetting and it's the second time in one evening that he's used it towards me.
He finally decides to text his boss and tell him that he would like to have more consistent hours and that he would like to work at least 20 hours per week ...but hopefully during the week. (Because he doesn't want to work Saturdays.)
WTF? You need to work whenever there are hours available! I think, but bite my tongue and do not say.
What I do say is this, "Well, I will not be around on Saturday's and Sunday's to transport you anywhere. I plan on doing some traveling this summer. You won't have any money. So that "time to yourself may end up being here, alone with Nana." He really didn't want to here that!
Cut to this morning before work...
"Is there anyway you can cut my rent down because they cut my hours?"
Bahahahaha! You're kidding me right? Where's the hidden camera?
"If you were in an apartment, do you think they would care that your hours got cut? Would they be like, Oh hey! that's cool. Just pay what you can."
"I know that but...you're not teaching me anything by making life harder for me."
"Actually, I'm teaching you how the real world works. If I make it comfortable for you to work less hours, what incentive would you have to work more?"
"Well, I need Saturdays to myself."
"To do what? On Saturday mornings you're knocking on our door when we are still sleeping. Or you're out here on the futon flipping the wooden arms up and down to make noise. By the middle of the day you're bored and when you're bored, you start to get into trouble, arguing and fighting with everyone. Do you like money? Why wouldn't you want to be busy and make more money?"
"I need time to relax."
"You know what son. I have to give it to you. You are really smart!"
"What do you mean?" He asks with a half smile.
"It takes a brilliant mind to come up with that solution. Cut your rent down? That's brilliant! It's not going to work, but it lets me know your'e really good at problem solving."
Who do I look like? Boo boo the fool?