At 7:30 yesterday morning, my son Jordan who is on summer break from college started working at a local ticket manufacturing company. That is, they make tickets, as in raffle tickets, game tickets, ride tickets, redemption tickets, etc. I think this factory is the ticket-making capitol of the world. It's all they do--make tickets.
It was his first day, and somehow (jumbled communication) we thought he was supposed to take paper and pen to take notes during training. We asked him if he had those before he went out the door, and he said, "Yeah." Moms, the boy had a pad of Post-Its in his pocket and a pencil. Turns out he didn't need to take a single note--they just put him to work.
He called me on his lunch break while I was at work (I could have fallen out of my chair) to tell me how his day was going. He was uncharacteristically talkative.
I said, “Wow, That sounds great. So what exactly are you doing?”
He said, “I’m moving boxes, lifting boxes, organizing boxes, rearranging boxes and … moving boxes. Yeah, I'm basically moving boxes.”
I said, “Oh, I see. Are they heavy?”
He replied, “About 25-30 lbs. I think this is what I’m going to be doing all day long for the entire summer: rearranging boxes, moving boxes and ... moving boxes. That’s OK for a couple of months, but I wouldn’t want to do it the rest of my life.”
Cue the Hallelujah Chorus.
I said very nonchalantly, “Yeah, I guess that’s why college is so important.”
And he said, “Yes. It. Is.”
Thank you, ticket factory. Thank you, Lord.
My son may not know exactly what career path he wants to take yet, but I’m just so glad he is clear on not wanting to be a professional box mover when he grows up. I mean, I just can’t see myself saying at social gatherings saying, “Oh, you remember my son--the professional box mover. He has biceps like tree trunks and a broken back, but, hey, that’s why they pay him the big bucks!”