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On Thursday young Agatha turned 15 and we had a nice time.  Tommy's for dinner, as is tradition, a pleasant walk, a decent evening.  She arranged to go skating with her friends on Saturday after Art school as her party — it was nice & she had a nice time, I'm told.  From me she got a giant isopod pillow and a bunch of batman comics.  She's been a strong devotee of the show Gotham for a while now and is deep into batman but knows well enough that Superman is superior and I'll brook no contradiction.  And as well that Batman & Superman are Best Friends and it's dumb that they're always depicted as fighting.  Anyhow, she's 15 now which is...  Proper.  Actually.  It's sensible & she's a good & sensible teenaged kid.  Says she'll try and find a job over the summer.  I don't know how that will go — competing with the college kids, it's tough out there for grown people — but jobs.

I think about my first job and how it's kind of damaged my sensibilities and altered my mentality in a significant way.  They say that the first job is the one that sets the tone & I got a shitty deal on that.  I think about getting side jobs doing @ home tech support & the like & contracting it out to her — just to see what it would be to have an easy job that pays pretty good.  But then she'd also have the experience of having a scammy dad who's antics only seem helpful but in the long run make problems.

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