Warning signs your job is becoming obsolete

Warning signs your job is becoming obsolete We were playing Cards Against Humanity, which, by the way, is a great way to educate kids about everything important, and we have a rule that if you dont know what a card means you can trade it in, but you have to ask what it means. So my son says, Whats a desk job? Then  he says, Oh. Its what Im doing when I do Cinema 4D! He  has been spending about six hours a day using Cinema 4D. When I bought it for him the sales guy said a ten-year-old is too young. But whatever. We homeschool. I never say no except to porn. Since then, when he wants to use his computer he says, I have to go to work. One night he said, I have to stay up late to finish my work. Shocked, I asked, Why? Is someone paying you? It turns out he is making intros to YouTube channels. I guess every grade-school age boy has a YouTube channel and they all want a graphic introductionâ€"one that lasts about seven seconds and has their screen name and dubstep music and it sort of looks like the beginning of a movie when the logo for the film company spins and jumps and dances to music. My son gets paid in Minecraft stuff. Gaming accouterments are the Bitcoin of the grade-school  set. For a while  my son was rich and happy in his desk job, and he gave client reports each night at dinner. He learned to wheel and deal over Skype (email is for old people), and he started playing Minecraft on servers where he was most likely to make a sale via chat. (Sample of his proven sales technique: Grt shot bro. Did u  ever get yr  intro fixed? It sux.) Parental police alert: Yes, sucks is bad. I tell him not to say it when his cello teacher is listening. And yes, while we are talking about it, Cards Against Humanity is bad, too. We play with an edited version. My ex-husband sliced out bad words on otherwise decent cards with an X-Acto knife. And while Im giving shout-outs to my ex-husband, let me just say there are few card games as fun as playing a  marriage expansion pack with him. So my son starts making daily schedules so he can fit cello practice and piano practice in between all his client work. And then when I tell him he needs to work harder on the C# scale, he tells me, Im thinking that making intros is a good backup plan for my music career. But then the inevitable darkness sets in. People started giving away intro templates. Now anyone can make a good intro! Even people who are terrible at Cinema 4D! First he lost his clients. Then he got hecklers. People are telling me I need to give stuff away for free. But I tell them I cant. The intros take too long to make. But the kids  bully me. I have workplace bullies. This is, of course, something my son has heard me talk about, and I have to  squelch a smile. He says, Kids tell me Im stupid for charging for my intros. Kids are telling me Im not the best intro animator anymore. Pause. To check my reaction. I make a sad face. It is a challenge for me to show enough empathy for him. He says, This is serious! and flops onto his bed. I tell him about a site  that makes a  record of bullying at work so you can get the person to stop. Its called OnLock. He quiets down. Mention of OnLock makes him think Im taking him seriously. And, probably, thats one of the benefits of OnLockâ€"that it makes taking action about workplace bullies official. I try to explain how everyones job becomes obsolete. You have to figure out something else to do when what youre doing doesnt work anymore. You dont understand, is what he mumbles into his pillow. For drama. Yes, I do understand. I used to get paid $40 an hour to hand-code websites. Now people can put up a website without writing any code. And I used to get paid to publish my blog posts in newspapers. And now people write for free. He looks up at me, and he doesnt yell, so I say a little more. Everyones job becomes obsolete. Nothing lasts forever. You always have to learn new skills. Youll think of another thing to do. He throws a fit. Kicks the bed frame  and yells that its worse for him. I make him put the bed back together. But you know what? This is how everyone feels when their job is becoming obsolete.  Its just that most grown-ups force themselves not to throw things. I walk downstairs  the next morning, and he says  from his office, Mom! I  thought of something new to do!  I sent you a link! And here it is.