The world’s most perfect teenager has landed his first real summer job at 18.
He’ll spend three weeks working for the City of Stockholm, helping out with activities for young people in one of the city’s parks. Six hours a day. Not bad.
Day one was spent “getting to know each other” over a sausage grilling. There are six teenagers in the group — I still haven’t figured out how many actual regular staff members there are.
During the grilling they were carefully informed about their rights: if you get sick, one waiting day, then 80% of gross salary for four days. After that you need a medical certificate.
I couldn’t help thinking… this is starting to feel more like a lightly supervised paid summer holiday funded by Stockholm’s taxpayers.
I would have preferred a stronger focus on the obligations side: being on time, understanding the schedule, and how not to invent a creative way to skip the last five days while still collecting most of the pay.
But hey — at least he’s working. Progress.
