The lesson they learned was harsh. Entitled Parents Demand $1000 from Nanny for Vacation Plane Tickets
Jane is invited by her employers to accompany them on an opulent vacation while they take care of their kids. Despite their assurances that all costs would be covered, they simply ask Jane to contribute by purchasing her plane tickets when they get back home. Jane, though, is not one to give up quickly.
“Jane, can you come into the living room?” With a clinking teaspoon, Mrs. Smith yelled out while she swirled sugar into the tea that Melanie, her assistant, had just handed her.
I was putting the playroom in order.
“Now, please,” she said.
Though lovely, there was something strange in her tone. I entered the living room while attempting to control my anxiety.
Yes, Mrs. Smith. What’s going on?” Wiping the disinfectant off my jeans, I answered.
As usual, she was seated elegantly on the couch. Not even a misplaced hair strand. Sitting next to her with his phone in his hand was Mr. Smith. He smiled tightly at me.
“Jane, we need to talk about the vacation.”
Curious, I nodded.
It was our second day back at home. Back from our beach vacation, this time in an opulent resort. It was almost the perfect break, except that I also had to take care of the three kids of the Smiths and their friends, the Johnsons, and their two sons.
I was merely working in a more opulent setting.
“Obviously,” I said. “The trip was delightful. Once again, I appreciate you inviting me.
“Yes, okay,” began Mrs. Smith. “We must talk about the airline tickets. When can I expect to receive my $1000 back?”
I gave a blink. I had heard her wrong, I was certain of it.
“I apologise, $1000? Regarding the tickets? How come?”
“Yes, for the tickets, Jane,” she said, sounding as if I didn’t understand. “We spent a lot on them, and we thought you’d be grateful enough to pay us back.”
My heart pounded. That was more money than I had to spare. With a mother to take care of at home, I worked as their full-time nanny.
However, you claimed to have resolved everything. ‘Don’t worry about it, Jane,’ you said. Everything is covered by us.”
Mrs. Smith’s face became stern. Mr. Smith was staring at me.
That was prior to the Johnsons’ refusal to endorse Craig in a commercial arrangement. That was the holiday’s sole objective. It was up to Mr. Smith and I to court them. Thus, Jane, you don’t need to appear giving at this point. The money must be returned within a precise week or it will be deducted from your paycheck.”
I was taken aback. It seemed as though the room was spinning.
“But, Mrs. Smith, I just can’t afford that,” I said. “My mother’s prescription drugs and the rent at my house take up the majority of my pay. She cannot be deprived of that by me. Furthermore, you made no mention of giving you something back.”
“Jane, that is not a problem for us. Mr. Smith repeated, “One week,” as he reached for a croissant from Mrs. Smith’s tea tray. He indicated that the conversation should cease with a wave of his hand.
I was sitting in my little room a few steps from the Smiths’ place that night. I was furious. How were they able to accomplish this? I had to have a plan, and I needed it quickly.
Then it dawned on me: the Smiths were very conscious of their reputation and social position.
I washed my teeth before going to bed, thinking to myself, “Of course, that’s all they care about.” “But I can use that to my advantage.”
After dropping the kids off at school the following day, I made a fictitious email account. I wrote a courteous but in-depth message regarding my experience, being careful to be explicit without mentioning any specific individuals.
However, there were more than enough obvious clues that pointed to the Smiths, including their vehicles, children, and the luxurious facial treatments that Mrs. Smith boasted about.
I then forwarded it to the important members of their social circle, as well as the other powerful families that the Smiths desired to collaborate with.
Later that day, I overheard Mrs. Smith say over the phone, “I just don’t understand what they want from us.” “Eva asked me if everything is true, but I don’t know what she’s talking about.”
After a few days, rumours began to circulate. Naturally, the Smiths’ reputation suffered after their dirty little secret about how they handled “their staff” came to light.
In order to relax her muscles, Mrs. Smith called in a massage.
“Just let them into the spa when they arrive, Jane,” she replied. “I need all the help I can get.”
When I went to pick up the kids from school later that day, the other nannies were standing about, biding their time until the bell rang.
A nanny asked, “Did you read the email about the Smiths?” “Jane, are they really like that?”
I gave a nod.
I said, “They’re good parents, but they’re horrible people,” trying not to reveal that I was the one who had sent the email.
Another person questioned me, “How long will you work for them?” “In such conditions, I could not work or live. The wealthy must understand that respect is something that must be earned.”
I grinned.
While we waited, the nannies moved back and forth. And I learned something intriguing about Mrs. Smith from their conversation.
My boss, it turns out, had a habit of “borrowing” things from her pals and never giving them back.
“Jane, a whole Gucci purse,” Mina exclaimed. “Mrs. Smith asked my ma’am if she could borrow it for a fundraising gala two months ago.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Shocked, I said. “I had no idea she was capable of doing anything like that. Nevertheless, she objects to me being too close to her belongings.”
Mrs. Smith had one of her ladies’ luncheons a few days later. She liked hosting the event every month, but this time it was just the second week of the month.
She remarked, “I need this to go well, Jane,” when I was chopping fruit for the kids. Thus, you must go to it. There will be children at school. All will be provided for. Talk to the women while you go about your business. Give us the appearance of humanity.”
I was aware of her perplexity. The grapevine must have told her more than enough.
I obeyed requests to wander around the event. However, I wasn’t going to pass up this chance. I had nothing to lose, either. When I failed to make the $1000 by the end of the week, the Smiths were most likely going to dismiss me.
My mother said into the phone, “We’ll deal with it, darling,” after I told her the truth.
I made sure to talk to Eva, Mina’s boss, as I made my way around the luncheon, jokingly noting to the ladies how much I liked Mrs. Smith’s collection.
“Mrs. Smith has a stunning handbag similar to yours,” I replied. “Gucci. Was this one lent to you by her? She frequently tells me that she gives away her belongings because she is so wealthy.”
Eva glanced at me through the rim of her bubbly glass.
With narrowed eyes, she questioned, “Is that so, Jane?”
A few whispers broke out. By the time the luncheon ended, the talk of the town was about Mrs. Smith’s habit of taking things without giving them back.
Her pals started requesting their belongings back the following morning.
Mrs. Smith felt ashamed.
The following evening, Mr. Smith invited me to join them at their dining table.
“Thank you, but I usually wait for Melanie and Ivy to eat,” I responded, naming the cook and her assistant with grace.
“No, please sit with us,” he urged.
I gave in.
I thought maybe, despite his tone, he was going to tell me that I could forget about the money. and that everything would resume as they always did.
He bit into his steak and added, “I’ve noticed that an anonymous email has been sent out.”
“A repulsive email,” Mrs. Smith continued, sipping her wine slowly.
His eyes were attempting to get a confession out of me, so he questioned, “Did you have anything to do with it?”
Knowing that, he said, “Then that settles it.” “You’ve been fired. You can leave tomorrow after packing up.”
I looked down at my plate and shook my head.
I followed instructions to the letter and returned home. Mrs. Johnson called me a week later.
Warmly, she said, “Jane, can you come over for tea?”
“Of course, Mrs. Johnson,” I answered, inquiring as to the invitation’s specifics.
She gave me a very concern-filled expression as we sat in her opulent living room.
“I’ve heard of your treatment by the Smiths. It’s abhorrent.
I nodded, attempting to maintain my calm.
“All right,” she went on. We have made the decision to sever all contact with the Smiths. We also want to make you a job offer. improved working conditions and compensation. Someone like you would be beneficial to our children.”
I was taken aback.
“Of course!” I let out a cry. I was desperate for the job.
“You deserve it,” her smile said. “The boys cherished having you keep an eye on them over the holiday. You managed to convince Jonathan to eat his peas, too!”
I hope the Smiths felt deceived, though I’m not sure how they took it since I was working for the Johnsons.
How would you have responded in that situation?
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