My second child got his first job in a restaurant. He had a hard time getting hired. At fifteen, he thought that as soon as he hands in his resume, employers will be excited to hire him. We couldn’t use our phone because we have a dial-up internet.
“Don’t surf the net from 9 am until 5 pm. Some one might call from work.”
His classmates were looking for a job too. It’s cool when he mentioned that so and so works for this and that. He built his connections from classmates and friends who were given job offers. He asks what its like to work there, how much is the pay, how long is the work.
There was a restaurant that he was impressed with. The workers were courteous and accommodating. When he handed his resume, they asked about himself, his background, his studies, and his plans. This restaurant was different. Others just took his resume and said the legendary quote, “We’ll call you.” Of course he also heard those words from the manager. But he felt different.
“Mom, Dad, I think I want to work in this place. They respect me.”
The usual routine went on. We weren’t allowed to use the internet until after office hours.
Saturday came. Dad went out with the boys. I went out with the girls. As soon as we reached home the phone rang. My youngest, she’s eight years old, answered the phone. She didn’t write the message. She just ‘memorized’ it.
“Mom, someone called and he’s looking for Roman.”
“Did you get his name and number?”
“Oh oh…I forgot his name. I forgot to ask his number.”
There! Someone called my son. We didn’t know who it was or why they had called. This made Roman frantic.
“It must have been a job offer!”
By Monday he learned that two of his friends got a job offer at that restaurant. The restaurant manager called his friends on a Saturday. He thought the call for him was meant for that too.
He waited for a call on Monday. There was none. Tuesday. There was none. By Wednesday, his eyes were weary and teary when he said, “Mom, Dad, I don’t think that call was a job offer. They didn’t hire me. They hired my friends.”
As parents we encouraged him to follow up on his application.
“Go to the restaurant and ask them about your application. That’s the only way to find out.”
The next day, we brought him there. After waiting in the van for almost two hours, he came out of the restaurant hopeful.
“Mom, Dad, they interviewed me. They asked several questions about my studies and about the job here. They asked me to come tomorrow for another interview. After that, they’ll decide if they’ll hire me.”
We added that request in our family prayer notebook. “God, please allow Roman to get this job. Let him experience how it feels to work so that he could value responsibility, time management, budgeting, and saving.”
The next day, I dropped off Roman for his second interview. I had to leave him there because I had to pick up his sisters in school. After an hour, I picked him up.
I saw his face. It was bright. I knew he got the job. He was so excited. It was his first time.
I thank God for his funny way of giving Roman a job. You see, the employers thought that Roman was Kevin Wong. At the first interview, they were asking him various questions when Roman noticed that his name was spelled wrong:
K – E – V – I - N – W – O – N – G.
Roman said: “I think you got the wrong applicant. My name is Roman Agustin and I applied here last Thursday.”
“Uh oh. I’m supposed to interview Kevin Wong this time. Well, since you are here and your application is here, I might as well interview you too.”
All things work together for good to those who love God and are called according to His purpose (Romans 8:28). God gave Roman the first break through Kevin Wong.