Failed

Day 2 of my son's unpaid holiday job. And he's fired. Favourite Man still has to find out from his boss what happened, but he's been sent walking home - both of us are stuck elsewhere so he has no transport. I don't even think he has a key to get in to the house, so he'll be spending the rest of his day outside, waiting for an adult to arrive and let him in on good grace alone.

I'm spitting mad. There are going to be some serious repercussions, and a general pulling up of socks. This is completely unacceptable, but merely the tip of the iceberg. Things have been sliding south for a good long time and it stops right here.

Perhaps it's good that I'm not allowed to leave work. By the time I get home I'll have a clearer mind and be able to zoom in on exactly what is going to happen next. But one thing I know - it's not going to be pretty.

::update::
There's three sides to every story - boss, kid, and the truth. The story the boss told is VERY different to the one the kid told. He was shocked to hear he'd actually been fired - so much so that his eyes welled up with tears and he went white. He was actually enjoying his job, the little bit he got to do. Tomorrow I get to the bottom of this....