
Jonah, my beloved oldest son, is putting in another 12-hour day at the country club. Tomorrow, he’ll finish his final assignment for his last college class. On Tuesday, he’ll work at his second gig — proofreading sample queries for an AI company. In another month, he’ll relocate to New Zealand for a year, where he’ll most likely continue working in the food industry and for AI companies.
On Saturday, we’ll pick up Ian from college. After a short break, he’ll start his summer internship programming for an AI company that helps little children overcome dyslexia. He found the job through a recruiting company specializing in neurodiverse workers, so we have to pay the company $900 to employ him. The alternative was scanning barcodes at Best Buy.
My kids are the vanguard of the new job market—working multiple jobs, making themselves irrelevant by contributing to the growth of AI systems, and working jobs that typically don’t attract college graduates. I like to think that their situation is temporary. Perhaps they’ll find permanent positions at these AI companies. Perhaps they’ll find a solid place within the waves of the new economy.
