Why that is, I don’t know.
But anyway, she’s home now, so last weekend, she carefully typed out her little resume, explaining how she has SO MUCH experience, because she’s worked on the sausage sizzle at Nippers, so if you think about it, that’s food preparation experience!
And how she’s volunteered at Our Big Kitchen, making kosher meals for elderly Jewish people who can’t have normal Meals on Wheels; and how she’s a responsible person, very honest and reliable, who just needs a chance to show what a good worker she’d could be!
Then she gathered some references from responsible adults, and then, on Sunday, off we went, marching down to the Bondi shops, where I had to stand back, and not gawp, and not EMBARRASS HER as she gamely went inside all the various stores, saying: ‘Would it be okay if I left my resume? I’m looking for some part-time work.’
Some places said no, because she’s only 15, and she can’t work in a licensed premises, but a few places said: ‘Sure. The manager’s not here now, but I’ll pass it on.’
Then, yesterday – which means, just one day later! – she got a call from the manager of one of those funky little places frequented by hipster dudes with woodcutter beards, serving grain-fed this, and organic that.
‘Hey,’ he said, ‘We got your resume. Do you want to come in for a trial?’