I think were maybe being a bit harsh on the youngsters.
I did my apprenticeship aged 16-19 (1981-84) with a national electronics servicing company (that no longer exists). It was certainly NOT something I wanted to do. I wanted to hang around with my mates and do nothing. Every evening when I got off the bus (2 hr journey) my mates would be hanging around the bus stop to take the mick out of me. They enjoyed what they did, and I hated what I did. Every penny I earned went on bus fares and to my Mum for house keeping. My mates always seemed to have spare money on them. I didn't. At that age it's hard to understand why you're doing it.
I'm lucky that my parents were 'pushy' enough to make me do well (enough) at school to get the grades needed to be considered for an apprenticeship that they 'pushed' me towards. My Dad drove me to the first 2 interviews (over 40 miles away). My Mum got out the bone china tea service when the area managers arrived for the home visit. I nearly spat my tea out when they offered me the job and then told me how little I'd be earning. If I had my way I'd have told them where to shove their job. And I'd probably be on the dole now, instead of qualified to the point that I've never (fortunately) been unemployed.
When I look at the 'lazy' kids now I do wonder if they are lucky enough to have parents like mine or yours.
I did my apprenticeship aged 16-19 (1981-84) with a national electronics servicing company (that no longer exists). It was certainly NOT something I wanted to do. I wanted to hang around with my mates and do nothing. Every evening when I got off the bus (2 hr journey) my mates would be hanging around the bus stop to take the mick out of me. They enjoyed what they did, and I hated what I did. Every penny I earned went on bus fares and to my Mum for house keeping. My mates always seemed to have spare money on them. I didn't. At that age it's hard to understand why you're doing it.
I'm lucky that my parents were 'pushy' enough to make me do well (enough) at school to get the grades needed to be considered for an apprenticeship that they 'pushed' me towards. My Dad drove me to the first 2 interviews (over 40 miles away). My Mum got out the bone china tea service when the area managers arrived for the home visit. I nearly spat my tea out when they offered me the job and then told me how little I'd be earning. If I had my way I'd have told them where to shove their job. And I'd probably be on the dole now, instead of qualified to the point that I've never (fortunately) been unemployed.
When I look at the 'lazy' kids now I do wonder if they are lucky enough to have parents like mine or yours.