$53.17

I can't believe that my 15 year old daughter made that much money in five hours. If she was also paid the base pay of $8.00 an hour, she would have made $96.17!!

Based on this past week, she has the opportunity to make over $600 a month! Talk about buying a nice car one day! I think I need to get a second job there working on the weekends. I told her this and she said, "No Mom...you'll make more tips than me and I want to make the most tips."

I'm still thinking about it...

UPDATE: She found out tonight that the owner of the restaurant is coming back from vacation next week. Come to find out, she won't make the $8.00 an hour until he sees how she works and he makes them decision to hire her. She is highly nervous about this because they said she won't know when he will show up. Frankly I am shocked because I thought she got the job. Once again, we shall see.

$29.18

Just picked up my daughter. She was wearing the kimono-type shirt that they wear at the restaurant with an apron which means that she got the job! She made it through training! Not only that, they let her keep her tips tonight. She made a whopping $29.18 and she is SO proud. My husband had the idea of framing her first dollar bill made at her first job and I'm going to get a frame this weekend so that she can hang it in her room.



She is absolutely beautiful in the kimono-type shirt. I will take a picture of her in it soon and post it.



They want her to come back this Thursday. She will only make tips then. Afterwards, she will work every Tuesday and Thursday and starting next Tuesday she'll be making her hourly wage of $8.00 an hour plus tips. She figured out tonight that if she was paid her hourly wage with the tips, she would have made $69.18 just today. Not bad for a 15 year old!



I told her that she can spend the money that she made tonight however she wants but that next time she is going to keep a percentage for savings. At first she really didn't like the idea of me deciding what percentage of money she should save because she said, "Momma, does this mean that even though I have a job and am working HARD and am making MY OWN money that YOU will tell me how I can spend it?" I looked at her at her with a smile and said, "I realize that you don't like this and I understand why you wouldn't. I have been planning for years that when you got your first job that I would take you to the bank to open your own checking and savings account so that you can start learning how to spend your money responsibly. It's easy to just blow it and in the end you'll kick yourself. Not only that, but I want you to save certain percentages for certain things and this will even help you with math and percentages. You'll learn how to balance your checkbook and basically be taught how to manage your money. A lot of people, including me, was never taught this and when they became adults they really messed up their finances. I don't want that for you. If you mess up your finances when you are an adult, it won't be because you didn't know any better."



She smiled while agreeing and then asked that we start saving a percentage of her money next week and let her keep the tip money she makes Thursday night. I said it was OK to do that and she'll start saving next week. I asked her what she was going to do with the tip money she'll make this week and she said that she really couldn't decide if she wanted to save it for her car or spend it. She's been wanting "Guitar Hero 3" and I reminded her of it and said that she could save the money to buy that for herself since it retails here at around $97.00. Guess what she said?



She actually said...and I cannot believe this...



"No, Mom, I'm going to wait to get it for my birthday or Christmas. I don't want to spend my money for that." I said, "Oh, but you want to spend mine!" to which she replied with no words but a smile.

First Job Jitters

Tonight is my daughter's last night training at the restaurant. She did really well this past Sunday night and had a lot more confidence about it all. Prior to going Sunday she said that she didn't want to go and was very nervous about getting people's orders and serving food for the first time. She was so scared that she would make a mistake. She started at 5:00pm and from 5:00pm to 7:30pm I received text messages that went back and forth like this (and there are typos because it was text messages):

Daughter: Mom im so scared!
Me: Don't be scared...You can do this! I believe in you and you need to believe in you too. I am so proud of you for doing this my dear.
Me: I also meant to tell you that the manager noticed you looked very tired last time and that is why she said to go home. That is not a good thing.
Me: Even if you feel tired, don't act like you are or say you are because you need to prove to them that you can do this. I love you and you don't need to reply.

A little bit later:

Daughter: There r other waitresses here and now i feel like im going 2 do something embarassing...well of course i was tired! It was my 1st day.
Daughter: I want 2 go home.
Me: Honey, don't worry about the other waitresses. They had to learn as well once and they understand. You need to try and stick this out. You'll be proud of yourself.
Daughter: But mom their chinese they r familiar w/ the food so its easy 4 them!
Me: Honey...seriously, you can do this. Don't get in trouble texting...just learn now. You will feel better afterwards. Decide that you can do this and don't let anything stop you.

I didn't receive anymore text messages that night. When she had a small break around 8:30pm, she did call and said that she had her own table and had served five couples. You could tell that her self-confidence was much better and she was having fun. When she got home that night she said it was nerve-wracking because she was so scared about making a mistake, but that she was able to get through it and it wasn't that bad. She wasn't as tired either.

Tonight she has her own tables the entire night. In fact, she won't have just one table to take care of, but FIVE. I cannot imagine how this night will be. Talk about throwing someone in the fire! This is only her third night of training. If she makes it through tonight, the manager will talk with the owner and we'll find out if they want to hire her. It's sad because she won't make any tips tonight. In fact, she hasn't made anything at all so far. She doesn't get paid during training. The other waitresses get her tips. She said that her eyes just get big because people have given some big tips (it's a pricey restaurant) and the other waitresses pocketed them. Oh well, we all have to start somewhere.

I really hope that she makes it through tonight and gets the job. It will really build her self-confidence. I'm worried that her self-confidence will go way down if they tell her that they don't want to hire her.

This will be quite interesting. I wonder what the text messages will be tonight. THAT IS if she even has the time to send one.

My Gorgeous Girly

This picture was taken last week right before the interview for her first job.







This picture was taken right afterwards.



I love this girly so much. She is my heart. I feel so blessed that she is my daughter. She makes me laugh...she makes me cry...she makes me feel things I've never felt before. She helped me to grow up when she was born and she helped shape the person I am today.



Thank you my daughter.

Two New Jobs

I cannot believe that I have a daughter who started a job tonight. This is the first job she has ever had and I just can't believe it. She has been wanting a job since she was 13 years old. She has an allowance, but has always wanted "her own" money I think and so since she was 13 when we are out she has asked store owners, managers, workers, restaurant staff, even people in the drive-through window at McDonalds what age you had to be to work there. Answers always range from 15 to 18. The place she would LOVE to work is Hollisters. Hollisters is the store in the mall she loves to visit to get clothes. She always goes straight for the clearance rack praying that something good will be there. You have to be 18 to work at Hollisters. She is 15 years old.



Last week I visited a Chinese restaurant that is about one minute from my house. It is a very nice, upscale restaurant (no buffets) where the food is great (a bit pricey), the restaurant is beautiful and clean and the wait staff wears beautiful kimono-looking shirts. They had a sign on the door stating that they were hiring. I thought of my daughter. I asked the lady who is always at the front what age you need to be to work there. The lady in the front is someone I talk with quite a bit and we e-mail each other. We would go out to coffee together, but she works seven days a week and never has time, which is one reason why they are looking for help. She said she would find out after talking with the owner. She e-mailed me the next day saying that my daughter could work there and that she has the job and needs to start work this Thursday. I was shocked.



I called the lady at the front and told her it is awesome that my daughter could work there because the restaurant is so close to the house and I would feel safe that she is there because of the lady in the front. I did ask her if she could please interview my daughter because I wanted her to feel that she earned it herself and that Momma didn't just get her a job. I also wanted her to know what it was like to go through the interview process to get the full job experience. My friend said yes and I took her the other day to the interview.



Prior to the interview my daughter asked me to give her a mock interview in order to prepare. We did that several times and talked about some of the answers that she gave in order to improve her interviewing skills. The day of the interview as we were driving to the restaurant, she asked me to interview her again. This time she couldn't answer any of the questions I asked because she was so nervous and said that she couldn't think, which gave her more anxiety. We parked and I looked at her and said, "You can do this. Don't worry that you can't think right now. I'm sure that when you walk inside and they ask you a question that you will not have any problems at all."



She hated getting out of the car. I reassured her and she walked inside by herself. I sat there for 30 minutes. Then, all of a sudden, she walked outside with a huge grin on her face and a menu in her hand mouthing, "I GOT THE JOB!".



She raced to the car and said that she starts this Thursday and we needed to buy her black pants, black skid-free shoes and black socks. While shopping I told her that I would buy her first set of work clothes, but that she would need to buy future work clothes for herself with the money that she earned. She agreed.



I started my first job at 15 years of age and made a whopping $3.25 an hour. That was 21 years ago. Two Christmases ago I took a part-time job at Bath and Body Works to make some extra bucks during the Christmas season and also use the money I earned along with the employee discount I received to buy Christmas presents. I made $7.50 an hour.



Guess what my daughter is making?



She is 15 years old. This is her FIRST JOB. She will be making $8.00 an hour PLUS TIPS!!



I was floored to say the least.



I am now thinking about getting a part-time job there myself for the weekends to make some extra money. I told people at work and they are wanting to get a part-time job there as well.



Phenomenal money. I don't know what she will do with it all. Just think about it...if she works two days a week (ten hours a week total), she will make $320 a month just on her hourly wage. Who knows what she will make in tips! It is an upscale restaurant and she has the potential to make very good tips there.



She already said that she is going to save her money for a car. Her father said a long time ago that he will match her dollar for dollar on any money she saves that she earned. I told her to call her father and tell him to start saving his money now since she has a job. He laughed and said, "She'll never bloody save her money! No danger there!" (he's English, hence the "bloody"). Oh well...I think he best save. I don't think he realizes how much money she'll be making.



I picked her up tonight and she was exhausted. She got in the car and leaned on the door looking like she wanted to pass out. She said, "Momma, I'm soooooo tired! My feet hurt and I just want to go to bed!". I told her, "You don't have to do this, you know. You have the rest of your life to work. Just enjoy your teenage years. Are you sure you want to do this?" She looked me right in the eyes and said, "I need to do this. It will be good for me and help me get ready for when I'm an adult".



I'm so proud of her.



She found out tonight that this is a trial period. The first three days are for training and she doesn't get paid. If after the three days she shows that she gets it and is ready, they will hire her and start paying her along with tips. She asked that if she gets hired after training that she would like for us to be her first customer. I said that I would love to.



The rule is that her grades cannot be compromised while working. She will have to quit if they go down. I really hope that she can do this for herself. It will really build some maturity and also self-esteem.



On another note, I also started something new. I wouldn't call it a part-time job. I don't really know what to call it. It's just a fun way to make a little money. It only cost $10 to get into it and I love makeup, lotions, body and beauty stuff anyway.







I am now the little old Avon lady. Talk about getting old...sheesh!

I am SOOOO Gullible

My mother told me something when I was ten years old. We were visiting her biological mother (long story of why I am calling her "biological") in Virginia. One day during the trip my Mom pointed out the car window and said, "Do you see those cows on that big hill?" I looked and said, "Yes". She then said, "How do those cows walk around that big hill when one set of their feet are longer than the ones on the other side?"

I had to sit and look and think about that. It was obvious that these cows wanted to get to the top of the hill and it didn't look very easy to do because of their obvious impediment of one half of their legs being longer than the other side. Momma then said that they must walk around and around the mountains in order to get to the top of the mountain and wasn't it just a shame that they couldn't just walk up or down the hill like everyone else.

I completely believed my parents for YEARS and thought that mountain cows and goats had smaller legs on one side of their bodies that they used to go around hills and mountains because they couldn't go up them.

When really, the cows and goats have fine standing bones to cavort around in and really I am the twerp with the misconception. My mother got such a laugh and thrill telling everyone how I believed those long years ago that I thought their legs were shorter and then everyone would call me "gullible", "naive", "green behind the ears", and any type of expression they could find.

On another note, I have been experiencing great difficulty sleeping lately once again. I just popped an Ambien to help me rest prior to laying down with my laptop to try and say .... something..... anything.

Writing with Ambien is quite difficult and at the same time quite nice because I don't have the normal fear of who will read what. I found out that one person found my blog that I never expected would (and you know who you are). It really freaks me out because this blog is a place I can say anything on my mind and feel the freedom while doing it. I don't feel as free anymore. I feel I have to censor certain things, which doesn't go along with the life and intent of this blog.

I don't feel as comfortable blogging because of it.

I have actually thought about deleting this blog and starting anew somewhere else where no one will know me. I will miss my blogging friends a lot, though.

Ugh....

I just don't know what to do.

I think that I'll sleep now...Thankfully the Ambien is starting to kick in.

Good night, my friends. Please pray for me. I am desperately trying to change my life and don't know where to start. I feel so ADD and overwhelmed when I think about all that I need to do and all that I need to face, and conquer once and for all.

And the Statistics Gods Smiled Down On Me

I've been studying and completing work for my final statistics exam. It has been grueling to say the least. I was up this past Sunday night until 2:00am studying for statistics. I also got my business proposal and PowerPoint for it completed this weekend as well and turned it in on time for my other class.

While studying Sunday my daughter peeked over my shoulder and said, "So, you studying for statistics?". I said, "Yes, my final exam is tomorrow night." She said, "I hope that you make a 93". I said, "What do you mean? Why?" She said, "You always make 100's and for once I wish you would make a 93. You're like Einstein or something." I said, "Honey, if I was Einstein, I wouldn't still be in school trying to get my degree at 36 years of age!"

Monday night I took the final exam. It was a killer. Over four hours of gut-wrenching, mind-blowing problems to answer. All I can say is WOW. I took my test to the professor while walking out the door and he said, "Is that another 100?" I said, "Not this time, I don't think."

I was worried to death. I felt that I blew it.

Yesterday I called my professor because I couldn't wait to find out. He answered the phone and the following is the conversation:

Me: Hi!
Prof: Hello!
Me: I hate to bother you, but I am curious if you have had the opportunity to grade the exam.
Prof: Yes, just finished.
Me: And?
Prof: I was very mad with you! I can't believe you only made a 96!
Me: *sigh of relief* Well, do you know what the final grade is for the class?
Prof: Yes.
Me: And?
Prof: What is your expectation?
Me: What?
Prof: What do you think that your final grade in my class is?
Me: *silence*
Prof: An "F"?
Me: No...
Prof: "C"?
Me: No...
Prof: You made a "B-".
Me: OMG! Are you sure?? (He knows my quest for keeping the 4.0 GPA.)
Prof: *cackling*, No, I'm not sure...you made an "A"! You are very smart and you shouldn't believe that you aren't. You have the highest grade in the class. The others didn't do so well.
Me: I wouldn't have done that well if it wasn't for you. (and that is the TRUTH...he helped me a lot last week)

All I can say is...Thank God! I am so very grateful.

Whew...

Last night I shared my grade with my daughter. Before I even began she said that she KNEW that I had made a 100. I said, "No, you jinxed me! I made a 96". She proceeded to dance around the house yelling, "YAY! She made a 96!! She didn't make a 100!". I said, "Hey..that isn't very nice! Don't you want me to do well?" She said, "Of course I do, but I'm sick of the 100's."

I then realized it's good that I didn't make a 100. My grades set a bar for her own and I think it feels out of reach to her at times. I don't want her to feel that way at all and so I'm glad I didn't make the perfect score...because...I'm not perfect by any means and it's good for her to realize that. Maybe I should fail my next test? She would faint for sure!