Drama Boy is following in the footsteps of his father and his uncle. . .he has spent his last two weekends working at the local pizza place. 
Since he’s only fifteen, he is starting at the bottom: busing tables and washing dishes. No uniform, just black jeans and a dark t-shirt–not that he’d likely appreciate my posting a picture anyhow. 
He seems eager enough to go to work, although when he gets home he is a typical teenage boy with little to say (other than “what can I eat?”). Many of you have probably had the same attempted conversation: “How was work?” “Fine.” “What did you do tonight?” “Wash dishes.” Well, okay, then. . .oh! He did say that he likes the hours much better than he liked helping Larry deliver papers in the wee hours. 
We get that somewhat with our 16 yo. He teaches tae kwon do. He does talk about how much fun his youngest students are. But, usually, if we ask questions we get no answers. If we ignore him a little he needs to come talk and talk and talk . . .
I’m glad Drama Boy has a job. That hard work of busing tables and washing dishes is good for him. I’m sure he won’t mind the money, either.
Yes! He is much more talkative on his own terms, which is usually late at night when I’m about to fall over. . .