Mom as­sist­ing son’s job hunt stymied by in­tern­ships

The Oklahoman (Sunday) - - SUNDAY LIFE -

DEAR ABBY: My son, a ju­nior in col­lege, is try­ing to get a sum­mer job. His de­gree is chal­leng­ing, and he has a good work ethic plus job ex­pe­ri­ence. Be­cause he hasn’t had much luck ap­ply­ing on­line, I have been call­ing local busi­nesses to see what’s avail­able while he’s work­ing hard at school.

A prob­lem I’m en­coun­ter­ing is some­thing I never had to deal with in my own job search. It’s com­pa­nies ask­ing if he wants an in­tern­ship. They say they can’t pay him to train him. Can you ex­plain the ba­sis of this re­sponse?

— Wants to Know in Penn­syl­va­nia DEAR WANTS TO KNOW: The ba­sis may be eco­nomic. The com­pa­nies don’t want to spend the money on an in­tern, par­tic­u­larly one who ex­hibits such lit­tle ini­tia­tive that his mother has to call to in­quire about a job for him. Keep in mind that some in­tern­ships have been known to lead to per­ma­nent po­si­tions. Your son may have bet­ter luck if he places the calls him­self.

DEAR ABBY: What is proper when host­ing guests from out of state? In a few months, two dif­fer­ent rel­a­tives will be vis­it­ing me sep­a­rately, each for two weeks. For years it has been my cus­tom to go to church early on Sun­day and then to brunch with friends. I don’t mind giv­ing up the brunch, but I don’t want to miss church for an en­tire month. (I’m a widow now and I en­joy the fel­low­ship.) One rel­a­tive is a non-church­goer, and the other is a Je­ho­vah’s Wit­ness. Nei­ther will at­tend with me even though I in­vite them. How do I han­dle this?

— Church or No Church DEAR C. OR N.C.: Hav­ing house­guests does not mean you are shack­led to­gether the en­tire time they stay with you. Be­cause you have “tried that” and your of­fer was re­jected, they al­ready know you like to at­tend church. Han­dle the sit­u­a­tion by telling them you will be go­ing to early ser­vices on Sun­day and then to brunch with some of the church mem­bers af­ter­ward. If you’re wor­ried about feed­ing your house­guests, tell them there will be lox, bagels and cream cheese wait­ing in the fridge when they get up .

DEAR ABBY: I have a slightly dif­fer­ent ver­sion of a “Pen­nies From Heaven” let­ter for you.

My dar­ling grand­mother would of­ten tell my brother and me she had a “Yan­kee dime” for us— which meant a kiss. Not long af­ter her death, I started find­ing shiny dimes in the strangest places— un­der birthday gifts, by the Christ­mas tree and in my kitchen (which is my happy place). My heart fills as the dimes con­tinue to pile up. I save them all. If I had a penny for ev­ery Yan­kee dime I got while grow­ing up, I’d be very rich.

— Suzanne in Ocala, Fla. DEAR SUZANNE: You ARE rich! You were blessed to have had a grand­mother who loved you and your brother and demon­strated it ev­ery chance she got. What a won­der­ful legacy to leave be­hind. Dear Abby is writ­ten by Abi­gail

Van Buren, also known as Jeanne Phillips. Con­tact Dear Abby at or P.O. Box 69440, Los An­ge­les, CA 90069.

Jeanne Phillips

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