So, today L. was reluctantly working on a job
application.
L: “What’s the telephone number of that phone I carry
around?”
M: “Where is it?”
L: opening a drawer in the desk, “It’s not here.”
M: “Where is it?”
L: “I have it.” (gesturing vaguely toward his room)
M: “Let me just call
it. If you are going to use that number
in your job applications, let’s make sure that you have it on you and it’s
charged.”
phone: rrrring ring ring
L. follows the sound and finds the phone in a bag he had
used that was sitting in the basement. He comes upstairs, opens the phone and
makes a phone call.
L: “Hello. I got a call two days ago, and I’m sorry, my
phone was off.”
He had gotten a call from somebody at a music
store in response to an on-line application he had put in. Because he hadn’t bothered to carry the phone or check it, he didn't know he was missing out on a job that would have been good for him. Sigh…
So, I resisted the urge to rub it in or lecture, except that
I said, “Thank you.” The kid should be
grateful; I’m doing everything I can to help him avoid spending the summer
working with me.