Chapter 8 GET A JOB!
Tonight at dinner, Fred told Marney that as long as she was suspended from school and wasn’t going to be playing any games for a while that she had to get a job to help the family out with some extra cash.
Marney wasn’t too happy about that but I guess she didn’t put up much of a fuss since she really doesn’t have anything else to do but feel sorry for herself.
She went to the school’s website and applied to jobs listed in the job center. I wanted to see if I could help.
“Marney, I can help. I can run down to the yogurt shop and ask for an application. That way if you get a job there, you can give me a discount.”
I laughed. Marney didn’t. She wasn’t at all responsive to my help. But, I did it anyway.
The next day, I went into the guidance counselor’s office at the school to ask if she knew of any jobs. As I sat there waiting for her, I noticed there were all sorts of interesting fliers. I saw information on a new church that’s coming to our neighborhood. Maybe they will help me and tell me how I can make Marney not be so mad at me. I also took a flier for a doctor that maybe would be good for Marney’s condition.
When the guidance counselor saw me, she asked me what I needed all the fliers for. I told her that Marney was mad at me and I didn’t want her to be mad so I needed to make it up to her somehow.
Then I told her “I’m also looking for a job.”
“You have to be fifteen to get your work permit, Samantha,” she said.
“Not for me. I’m just a kid,” I told her. “I already have enough on my plate without having to worry about a job.”
When I got home from school, Marney had already lined up an interview with a grocery store down the road. I guess that wouldn’t be too bad. She could do pretty much everything that any other employee without a handicap could do except reach tall shelves. I thought it could be a good thing. But, I still gave her the application for the yogurt shop.
“Here you go, Marney.” I handed it to her with all the other stuff I got from the counseling office.
“What’s all this?” she asked me.
“I was just thinking of things we can do and well, places that maybe you could take me,” I replied.
“What’s this?” She showed me the flier from the doctor.
“That’s a doctor,” I answered.
“Yeah, and what’s his flier doing in my hand?”
“I thought we could go see him. He’s giving a talk. Maybe you want to go?”
I couldn’t believe she was acting like this. It totally was not like her.
“His talk is on spinal surgery and there will be people there--in wheelchairs--people like you. Hello?”
Marney looked angry, “No one is like me. No one.”
Fred popped his head in my room.
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself and go with your little sister. She cares about you Marney.”
“Dad?” she said, “personal space.”
“Yeah, Fred, my room,” I agreed.
“Oh. Right,” Fred answered.
Marney looked at me, I looked back at her and she smiled. I smiled back. She rolled over to me.
“Ok, Squirt. Maybe we’ll go.”
She gave me a noogie. Ah! I hate noogies. But, I was very glad she was talking nicely to me again. It’s much easier being a genius with a handicapped sister. Then, I’m not the only special one.