I’m terrified of jinxing it but the current nanny seems to be happy here. And that makes me very happy, too.
The penultimate nanny I interviewed almost caused me to seek narcotic oblivion. I wanted her to come over for an interview on Friday (I pay people for the time they spend on coming out for interviews, by the way, because I don’t want to be exploitative) but she insisted on interviewing on Sunday. I really didn’t want to do that because Sundays are my family time but the nanny insisted and I agreed.
Of course, she never showed up. And two days later she called me on the phone.
“I waited for you on Sunday,” I said.
“I was at church!” the nanny exclaimed.
“But you were the one who wanted to interview on Sunday,” I reminded.
“I WAS AT CHURCH!!!” the nanny repeated loudly and aggressively. I felt like a heathen who was getting in the path of the truly righteous and ended the conversation.
The lady I finally did hire seems suspiciously normal. And that is freaking me out.
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