"I think I want to get a job this summer," Rachel announced yesterday as we were taking the escalator out of the Metro station to the National Archives. "But I don't know what kind of a job I could do."
"Why do you want a job?" I asked.
"Because I need some cash," she said. "I only have $200 in my bank account, and it's far away. [It's in Drew's credit union, and the closest outlet is in Clarendon]. If I had it in Wells Fargo, it would be closer."
We then discussed various jobs she could do: "You could be a mother's helper," I said. "They help moms with babies. Like, if the mom needed you to watch the baby while she was taking a shower, or if she needed you to feed the baby while she did something else."
"Or I could be a dog-walker!" Rachel exclaimed. But then she decided that probably wouldn't be a good idea since most dogs are much bigger than she is, I pointed out, and so if a dog got excited by another dog and pulled at its leash, she might not be able to pull the dog back.
She dropped the subject and hasn't picked it up since, but I'm glad she at least believes she should be bringing in money at some point.
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