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.
Could you please enter the living room, Jane? 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.
“Please, now,” 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 should discuss the vacation.”
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. We had a wonderful trip. 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 apologize, $1000? Regarding the tickets? How come?
Yes, Jane, for the tickets,” she said slowly, as though I didn’t understand. “We thought you would be appreciative enough to repay us for all the money we spent on them.”
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.
But you said that everything had been resolved. “Jane, don’t worry about it,” 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 single week or it will be deducted from your paycheck.
I was taken aback. It seemed as though the room was spinning.
However… Mrs. Smith, I 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 small room a few steps from the Smiths’ residence that evening. 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.
Naturally, that’s all that matters to them,” I murmured to myself as I finished brushing my teeth for bed. “However, I can take advantage of that.”
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.” “I have no idea what Eva is talking about when she asks me if everything is true.”
After a few days, rumors began to circulate. The Smiths’ reputation naturally suffered after their dirty little secret about how they handled “their staff” leaked.
In order to relax her muscles, Mrs. Smith called in a massage.
“Jane, just let them in the spa when they get there.” “I require all available assistance.”
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.
“Have you perused the email concerning the Smiths?” inquired one of the nannies. “Jane, are they truly that way?”
Refusing to reveal that I was the one who sent the email, I said, “They’re good parents, but they’re horrible people.”
For how long are you going to work there? Someone else enquired. “In those conditions, I could not work or live. The wealthy must understand that respect is something that must be earned.
While we waited, the nannies moved back and forth. And I learned something intriguing about Mrs. Smith from their conversation.
It turns out that my boss had a tendency to “borrow” things from her pals and never give them back.
“Jane, a whole Gucci purse,” Mina exclaimed. “Two months ago, Mrs. Smith asked my ma’am if she could borrow it for a fundraising gala.”
“That is absurd!” Shocked, I said. “I had no idea she was capable of doing anything like that. However, she dislikes it when I approach 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.
As I was chopping up fruit for the kids, she said, “I need this to go well, Jane.” 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.
When I told my mother the truth, she coughed into the phone and said, “We’ll deal with it, darling.”
I made sure to speak with Eva, Mina’s boss, as I strolled about the luncheon, jokingly noting to the ladies how much I enjoyed Mrs. Smith’s collection.
I said, “Mrs. Smith has a gorgeous handbag that looks similar to yours.” “Gucci.” Was this one lent to you by her? She frequently tells me that because she has so much, she lends things out.
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.
I answered, very nicely, “Thank you, but I usually wait for Ivy and Melanie to eat,” pointing out the cook and her assistant.
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“No, please sit with us,” he urged.
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.
“Were you involved in it in any way?” With his eyes attempting to elicit a confession from me, he asked me.
I looked down at my plate and shook my head.
Knowing that, he said, “Then that settles it.” “You’re fired. You can leave tomorrow after packing up.
I followed instructions to the letter and returned home. Mrs. Johnson called me a week later.
“Jane, would you please join me for tea?” With warmth, she enquired.
“Obviously, Mrs. Johnson,” I answered, inquiring as to the invitation’s specifics.
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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 for our children.
“Obviously!” I let out a cry. I was desperate for the job.
“You deserve it,” she grinned. The boys cherished having you keep an eye on them over the vacation. You managed to convince Jonathan to eat his peas, too!
I hoped the Smiths felt deceived, though I’m not sure how they took it that I was working for the Johnsons.
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How would you have responded in that situation?
