Not a rant, I’ll just set the scene, list a few pros and cons and let some neutral observers (translation: total strangers) weigh in.
I have worked as a nanny for the same family for a little over nine years. When I was hired, I was told my job was to take care of the baby and the older child, and do light housekeeping. While the mom was pregnant, I was doing all the housekeeping. Fine, no problem, she was on bedrest. After she had the baby, she went back to her residency. So, sucky hours, especially for her, and there I was only doing light housekeeping. At that time, she hired someone to come in and clean once a week. I still took care of stuff like laundry, meals and dishes, plus general pick-up of clutter. But I could tell she wasn’t happy. That should have been my first clue.
When she was through with her residency, she got a job at a hospital in a very small town. They got a huge house, three stories with wood floors. I was not keeping up with the housekeeping. The baby was only 2, the older child was 10. My duties expanded to buying groceries and picking up the mail at the post office, plus a bunch of other little stuff. The mom was one of three doctors, soon to be only two. So, sucky hours. Bad work environment for her, too. Yet again, someone was hired to come and clean the house once a week. Not so much unhappiness about this, because it was generally agreed I was doing a lot, especially when the baby started school. I participated in a lot of school activities that mom couldn’t make it to. (I should mention, dad’s a farmer, so he’s gone most of the time).
Now we come recent events. About a year and a half ago, we moved again. I stayed with them, because there didn’t seem to be a lot of job options in Small Town, North Dakota. They got a house, much smaller, in a much bigger town. Fine, call it a city, a nice medium-sized midwestern city. I can no longer do things like take a signed check to the grocery store and do the shopping. We live outside of town, so I have to drive everywhere. (There was no mention of getting a raise to take care of my rising gas bills.) Something was mentioned in passing about me doing more housework. We never sat down and had a discussion about how things would change. I’ve realized by this point that there is no such thing as light housekeeping with this woman, but after six years of not having to worry about the big stuff like bathrooms, floors, dusting, etc., it’s a little hard to get into the swing of things, especially since I really, really hate doing it.
So, she gets mad about the house not being kept up. It’s never really bad, but she likes the house to be a showcase. She’ll go on a cleaning rampage every once in a while. If I happen to be around, she will make snide remarks. Not addressed to me, just made loudly to the room in general. After nine years, if she doesn’t know by now that that kind of behavior on her part will not get the desired results out of me, she hasn’t been paying attention. It may work on her husband and children, but I haven’t lived with her as long as they have. In fact, that kind of thing is guaranteed to make me leave the vicinity as quickly as possible.
Also, when I actually do housework, it’s never up to her standards. She had a Halloween party last fall and when her guests walked into the house, the first thing she said to them was, “This is the cleanest my house has been since we moved here.” Of course, she had participated in the cleaning. So, passive-aggressive person that I am, I rarely bother to try anymore. This doesn’t help the situation, of course.
For the last two weeks, she has been sick, sick enough to stay home and sleep most of the day. Her husband came down with it, too. I had been doing housework, slap-dash though it may be, but I chose not to vacuum while she and her husband were sleeping off their illness. I did dust, but I didn’t scrub floors or bathrooms. In order to save my sanity, I volunteer at the library three days a week and I work a second job some evenings and weekends, so basically, I have tried to be gone as much as possible while she is home. I refuse to do housework while she is in the house, period.
I can’t tell if she is pissed at me for not doing housework while she has been sick, or if she is still shaking off the bug. All I know is I am getting sick and tired of the tension.
So, pros for quitting:
- No more tension. Stress kills and I’m too young to die.
- More time to devote to my second job. I like it much better.
- My time would be my own, I wouldn’t have to revolve around her schedule.
- An offer from my boyfriend to move in with him. Don’t know if I’m ready for that, though.
- Other stuff I can’t think of right now, but I know they’re good things.
Cons:
- Would need to find a place to live. I don’t pay rent here.
- Not guaranteed to get another job that will enable me to pay the bills and afford a place to live. Due to stupidity on my part, I fell into a credit-card hole and I’m slowly digging myself out. I have no savings and I’m living paycheck to paycheck, even with my second job.
- My leaving would put them in a tight spot, especially when school lets out. I don’t want to leave with bad feelings between us. I just don’t want all this tension in my life.
4.This is the biggest one. It will be very hard to leave the little girl I have been taking care of since she was born.
Options:
My mom has said that I can move back home (my family lives in another state), but I don’t want to do that. My brother moved home, and he can’t find work. I doubt I would have better luck.
I could live with my grandfather on his farm, which is about half an hour away. I probably wouldn’t have to pay too much rent, plus I could keep my second job and look for another full-time one. I would have a bit of a commute, though, and most of my stuff would have to go into storage.
I could live with my aunt in town. Big minuses there are the strained relationship she has with her husband and the very real possibility I would be an on-demand babysitter and chauffeur for her children.
I could go live with my boyfriend. He lives in the small town I moved away from 1 1/2 years ago. I could get a job at the same place he works, a place about which he has very little good to say.
Or, I can stay here, suck it up, and wait for my financial situation to improve. Unless I get fired first.
Maybe you can tell I’m leaning very heavily towards quitting.
So, any advice, options I haven’t thought of, general silliness? I’ll take the best suggestions, stick them in a hat and pull one out at random to decide my future.
Seriously, it helps just to get this off my chest.