It’s a festivus miracle. Boy Wonder managed to get a job. Knowing that if he didn’t get a job by the end of today that he would be out at his mother’s for the rest of the summer, the boy pulled it off.

He’s been looking all week and last, and today, someone looked and said, “I like the cut of your jib!”

This reminded me of my first job. My dad was such a wiener. And, thus, made me one. I was at boarding school up in NY my junior year. Before the school year let out, my dad had me type up a letter which I then mailed to a grocery store down in Ocean Isle Beach, NC, where I would be spending some of that summer.

I don’t know if I ever got a letter back. But I do remember when I went to interview (in I’m SURE a coat and tie for the lovely position of bag boy) and was subsequently hired. Everyone knew who I was. “Oooooh, so you’re Scott.” Thanks pops. Nothing like dorking it up the first day in a new environment.

It was cool, though. One of the best summers at the beach. Good friends, good times, good love.