History: Pickle lives with her father. Long, ugly, drawn-out, emotional story of underhandedness and evil. But, I digress...
So he comes up to her, knowing she's supposed to be at my house 55 miles away.
Him: :"What are you doing?"
Pickle: "Just hanging out."
She's nervous now; his temper is legendary and he tends to scream at her.
H: "What are you doing here in town when you're supposed to be at your mom's?"
P: "I have a job interview."
P: "Because I want some extra money."
Amazingly enough, he lets her do the interview. He tells her though that he has the power to stop her from working by not signing her work permit. Umm, fucknut, she has TWO parents, no matter how hard you tried. Ugh, he's such a CONTROL FREAK. Argh.
So she comes to my workplace after she's done and tells me about it. We're laughing at how the one day/time he would show up. She said, "It's probably karma for not telling him in the first place." I just chuckle, and tell her she has inherited the family luck. It's like Murphy's Laws. It WILL happen to us.
I know that she's intelligent enough to decide if she can handle working on top of school and band. If it becomes too much, she will stop. But I also know that she needs socialization skills. School is very controlled. Outside jobs with more than just other students are different.
I try to let her out of the box as often as possible. :)