Well, he’s a working man now.  Having hung up the cleats for academia and social pursuits, he needs cash flow to accommodate his lifestyle.

One of the current ways to find a job is to network with friends.  Friends that aren’t employed and commensurate with each other regarding the lack of quality jobs.  Friends that are employed that help with openings and commensurate about the low pay….something that is not necessarily depicted in TV shows.

Another way to find a job is to go on-line, complete the application and wait.  Sometimes indefinitely.   The ole man’s way of face to face just doesn’t cut it any more.  Follow-up, forget about it.  I guess I’ll keep guessing about these youngsters and their high tech ways.

Back to the job:  he’s needs a uniform in foodservice.  Color?  Black, all black, except for underwear.  I’m speculating black so that there is no grease, stains or soiling showing; trying to project the image.  Clean is good.  Good for all, especially in foodsafety, as Dad continues to be in awe of the modern way to do business.

Paying taxes, working, finding out the ways of life…..priceless.

update:  He comes home tired….saying that he’s been on his feet all day and doesn’t want to move.  Hmmm, sounds like the job is breaking him in well.