I’ll go first! 🙋🏻‍♀️

This is coming from someone with years of experience in special education, and the patience of a saint, or so I’ve been told lol.

Background: The 2 boys (6B and 9B) were an absolute nightmare to work with. I mean, your typical spoiled asshole brats raised by Stanford parents. They were so rude, they never listened, they didn’t respect me at all. I’m almost certain the older one has ODD. He was like, on another level and a pathological liar.

I would come in the morning to “notes” on my performance. (He was a producer and she was a writer 🙄) The “notes” were the childrens demands written by the parents after their family meeting at night.

I mean, I was going through it with this family. I was absolutely miserable and wanted to quit for MONTHS, but stuck around out of guilt.

DB told me the kids were gonna need only part-time care when they go back to school. So I was like “oh ok well I need a full time position so I will need to seek out other work” …it was the perfect out! He pretty much told me don’t leave until things are settled and they find someone. So like an idiot, I stayed.

Weeks later, on a Friday at 5:45, I went to go remind DB about my paycheck. He starts telling me how he found a new manny to take my place, thanked me for my help, and handed me my final paycheck. (But he was beating around the bush for a good 10 mins before that.) I was like “oh, so today is my last day?” Yep. Manny started Monday.

He told me 15 minutes before the end of my last shift…no severance, nothing.

I wish them well! 🤗🤗