Announcement

Collapse
No announcement yet.

No, 18 is not to young...

Collapse
This topic is closed.
X
X
 
  • Filter
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts

  • No, 18 is not to young...

    ... to get a job.

    I am putting this in sightings, because I only had to listen to these people, and not actually deal with them. Move if necessary.

    While I was working last night, I had the great misfortune to hear some young idiot complaining while she and her friend were checking out the makeup section.

    This is what she said "Like, my parents are so, like, mean!! They want me to get a job so I can pay for the gas I use in the car, can you believe that?? How can I work part time, I'm only like, 18. That's too young to work, right??"

    Her friend was vocal in agreeing that her parents were mean, and that she shouldn't have to work. 18 is a time for partying, after all.

    Part of the discussion also involved paying for the make-up and snacks they were getting with a credit card that her parents were paying the bills for.

    Now, if you are wondering why I only did the first part as a quote, otherwise the post would have been like, way to long, y'know?? They were there for 30 minutes, I could hear them through most of the department...

    ... of course this also made me a little... angry, I think the word would be... since I've been on my own and working since I was 18, trying to make a living.

    ARGH!!

    That is all. Back to work now.

  • #2
    Ohhhhh, so you want those sweet little prinsesses to work for what they use? Meanie </sarcasm> :P

    Comment


    • #3
      Wow

      My first job was Christmas casual when I was 16. My second and current job is at my workplace now. My sister's first and so far only job is at a similar store that I started at and she was only 15. Both of us pay for our own petrol, car maintenance, insurance and rego.
      The best professors are mad scientists! -Zoom

      Now queen of USSR-Land...

      Comment


      • #4
        Wow. Somebody's in for a rude awakening in the not too distant future. Mom & Dad's credit cards, huh?

        My parents raised five kids on a postman's salary. I *never* got to use the family credit cards. I got my first job at 16.

        Those two are special. And not in the good way.

        Comment


        • #5
          18 is old enough for a full-time job, and the spoiled little princess was whining about having to get a part-time one?

          Hell, at a grocery store I used to work at, some of our baggers were as young as 14.

          Methinks she's in for a huge shock when she gets out on her own and no longer has mommy and daddy to foot all the bills for her.
          my favourite author is neil gaiman. - me
          it is? I don't like potatoes much. - the chatbot I was talking to

          Comment


          • #6
            Yes, they ARE in for a surprise. I felt more responsible when my grandparents made me get a job at 16, but since I didn't drive for so long I bought all of my own music gear.

            I foresee these kids ending up on the next season of "You're Cut Off!"

            Comment


            • #7
              I'd be willing to bet that they are planning on marrying well as their future income source.
              "All I've ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who out-drew ya"

              Comment


              • #8
                Wow... I got my first paying job at 14, and that's when my parents stopped buying me clothes/shoes/anything. I could pay for it myself, after all.

                I made $5.50 an hour teaching music lessons for 2 hours a week. *sigh*
                GK/Kara/Jester fangirl.

                Comment


                • #9
                  I was 14 when I started a part-time job (a long, long time ago).
                  My parents would pay for things I needed for school and such, but, I would have to pay for things I wanted.

                  Comment


                  • #10
                    I had my first job at 14 when I was a freshman in high school as a host at a restaurant.

                    The longest I have ever been unemployed was for about 3 months after senior year, and my parents were threatening to kick me out of their house if I didn't have a job by the 4th of July.
                    You really need to see a neurologist. - Wagegoth

                    Comment


                    • #11
                      check your SC guidebook, that's the larva stage of the golddigging EW. she'll move on to feed on the pocketbooks of her potential mates until they're drained of all their financial assets.
                      there's some people with issues that medication, therapy or a baseball bat just can't cure

                      Comment


                      • #12
                        Someone's going to have a meltdown when they're on their own. I have *very* little sympathy for twits like that. I've had various jobs since I was 10 years old. I started off delivering newspapers for the Pittsburgh Press. I've washed cars, hauled junk, delivered those wonderful packets of weekly coupons, stocked shelves...long before I turned 18. Sure, my parents paid for the necessities, but everything else--model kits, trips, club dues, etc. came out of my pocket.
                        Aerodynamics are for people who can't build engines. --Enzo Ferrari

                        Comment


                        • #13
                          yep; kids as young as 10 or 12 used to mow lawns and deliver papers where i grew up (before the whole kidnapping/child abductions became really public), so her argument is not just invalid, but ridiculous.

                          princess, time to scuff that manicure.
                          look! it's ghengis khan!
                          Sorry, but while I can do many things, extracting heads from anuses isn't one of them. (so sayeth the irv)

                          Comment


                          • #14
                            I had a paper route when I was 10, sold books I found to a dealer at a flea market when I was 12 up through my senior year of high school, and worked in a family friend's restaurant when I was 15. Though to be fair, the latter could be considered a babysitting swap;my mom babysat their toddler. I also did a summer jobs program and worked for the school system's library media department for 2 summers when I was 16 and 17.

                            I also did a delayed entry enlistment into the Army my senior year of high school, and was in basic training a week after I graduated high school.

                            I have no sympathy for people like the girls the OP described. The princesses need to have their crowns and credit cards confiscated.

                            Though we can only hope if they leech onto some poor schlep with money, that they don't mutate into the Black Widow variant of the Golddigger.
                            Last edited by lobo94; 04-13-2011, 07:43 PM.
                            Friends help you move. Rare friends help you move bodies.

                            Comment


                            • #15
                              My parents didn't have credit cards. If you didn't have cash for something, you didn't get it.

                              Those poor little 18-year-old princesses! What a cruel world it is! Imagine being expected to pay for the gas you use!
                              When you start at zero, everything's progress.

                              Comment

                              Working...
                              X