I got an email from a 27-year-old man in New Jersey who wants to be our live-in nanny. His CV shows that he spent the last ten years going from one state to another and working as a live-in nanny. I wish there were a cover letter that explained his story.
The title of this post will be clear to my fellow post-Soviet people.
My first live-in nanny was a male from Ireland. He was fine until he stuck his hand in the cellar laundry bin to pull out some clothes one day and pulled out a two foot snake instead. We were living in an old Victorian house with horsehair plaster and straw insulation. I had always wondered why there were no mice present. Now I knew why.
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