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I hope you like some of my old stories because we will delve into my past to explain some present frustration.
In 1968, I had my first job. Illinois State Fair. My father had a cotton candy, sno-cone stand and in '68 had the opportunity to add a second location for lemonade across the street from the grandstand at the state fair. He took a small shed and converted it with water and the bare minimum required by the health department. Great money making idea. 950 lemonades in one day! One small problem. 2 locations and 1 man who happened to have 2 kids. One was 10 and the other was 8 with no other help available.

At 8, I learned how to multiple 30 and 35 cents, and to add the two totals together. Cotton Candy was 35, sno-cones, 30. We made the syrup in the bathtub a week before the fair, Mom loved that. My 10 year old sister was in charge of breaks for both of us and to actually jumped in during the rush from the grandstand.

Illinois State Fair 1968. Opened on Friday and ran through 2 weekends. A 10 day event. The gates may have opened at 8 am but people lived on the grounds during the entire fair. After 19 years of doing that fair and we graduated from Floss to Corn Dogs, I learned that people will eat Corn Dogs for breakfast if you will cook them at 7.
There were no turn-styles to count the number that came thru and actually left and in reality, the gates never really closed. We stayed opened from 8am til the blow off from the grandstand. Usually around 10 pm. In '69 with Sony and Cher, they ran longer. Maybe because the Hell's Angels lit cigarette lighters to encourage extra encores but I'll save that story for a different time.
14 hours a day. 10 days. 8 years old. I was raised to work. That's one of the few things I understand. Yes it was child abuse, yes it was in direct violation of child labor laws, although they couldn't stop me from working for a family business. They changed the laws in '76 and finally got me out of the trailer after 7pm each night.( I cut lemons in our stock truck after that time each day).
This is not a plea for pity. I'm okay with the way I turned out, mostly. This is just background for a conversation from today.

Baby Boomers grew up different.

One of my current employees came to me today and gave notice. She is a Millennial. This kid would make a boomer proud. Not over endless abuse at work but a work ethic that some managers from a different time dream of. Why did she give notice?
Recently her step-sister got a job too, but not at my company. Her step-mother wanted me to work around the 4 day only schedule for my employee plus only schedule her when she could drive her step-sister 35 miles to work. Not impossible, not easy either. Then the step-mother said she could NOT work Sundays even though she had to drive the step-sister to work on Sundays and make 2 round trips just to be the shuttle service. I started having a hard time understanding the restrictions. Today the final complaint came, not from the employee, who wanted to work as many hours as I could give her but again, from the step-mother.
"My step-mom is not happy and is making me quit. My scheduled out time is not the time I actually get out. She doesn't like it that I have sidework to do before I leave."
Valuable employee. Long term lifer, for those who understand.
I don't know if the step is an X Gen or Y but I do know that she is standing in the way of a refreshing change of employees. Maybe this one is unique, I don't know but I will gladly take more chances on these kids based on the one who had to give notice today.