Relational Thought from the Week...

My takeaway this week from my lunch with Ryan is not really that spiritual or life changing. Ryan is 16 and I picked him up today from his summer job. He's doing filing/paperwork at his dad's company. During our conversation he told me that he makes 10 dollars an hour. For real? This is his first job people. My first job was as a sandwich artist making $5.25 an hour. My next job after that was at Applesbees and my official title was G.U. I still have no idea what that stands for but all I did was wash dishes for about 11 hours straight every night. I later quit that job because I was having nightmares of dishes being thrown at me. Ryan told me that simple inflation can explain the difference in pay, but I am not convinced.

What job did you have in high school that you're not proud of?