So Nick's car died; it's in the shop being worked on but he has been without it for two weeks. With my work schedule, my car basically just sits in the parking lot not doing a whole lot of anything and so it really made sense to let the boy borrow the car while I was at work so that he could get things done.
What kind of things, you ask? Well, let me give you a little backstory. He has had a job at a local supermarket for about three years. They suck. They jerk him around, they don't give him a steady schedule and basically, he cannot support himself on that job. So a friend of mine heard of a temp position at her company (a nursing home) that was a three-month thing. It was a 40 hour work week at $10 an hour. Score! He went, he applied, he got the job and took a leave of absense from the supermarket thing.
Well, after a couple of weeks at the nursing home, they were telling him how much they loved him, how great of a job he was doing and that when the three month gig was over, he had a job if he wanted it. He was totally psyched. He was making more money than he ever had, he bought himself a laptop, he was living large.
(insert doom-inspired music here)
So two weeks ago, they offer him a legit job. They let the person go who he was covering for and offered him the job. He was thrilled. No more supermarket, no more struggling, he was going to make some serious money and not have to rely on anyone for anything. Well, two days later they call him in to the office and were like "Um...we need someone with more experience. We're going to hire someone else BUT if you want to work in the dining room, you can talk to that department. It's half the hours and $2 an hour less but hey...you'll still be working for us."
There is a certain corner of hell reserved for people like this.
So his car dies, he's looking at almost $2000 in car repairs (yes, it's mostly the whole engine) and he goes in to work on that Monday and at 3:30 they tell him they hired someone and his services are no longer needed. Bye-bye. Freaking out, he goes to the dining people and they're like "Oh, we didn't know you were going to be available so quick; we offered the job to someone else."
So to recap, he's got no car and now he has no job.
Then there's me and my car. Now remember, I taught the boy how to drive. I'm a fairly good driver. He is a very cautious driver (now) but there is still something to be said about giving the child who drove through red lights and stop signs because, hey, nothing happened when he did, that makes me want to cringe just a little bit.
If his car isn't fixed soon, I'm buying him a bike and a warm coat and wishing him well...