Received Tuesday, July 8, 2008 - Rant
I am so sick of seeing nannies about to keel over from the heat. I saw one today and she was red faced and swollen. I picture this nanny working for a pesky SAHM who is like "oh muffet, take Montana out of the house and keep her outside for five hours". This nanny was hot. And I mean hot, like you haven't seen before. She had a little girl with her that was also hot. The nanny was fanning herself and the little girl with a TV guide. She spritzed each of them with water. The little girl was about 2.5 and was able to sit and play in some shaded areas and move about. The nanny was a large woman and about 50 years old. She had sweat everywhere. I am telling you she had sweat coming out of her ears. She had a ring around her neck through her shirt of sweat. She had sweat under her arms and dripping right off of her face. I was so embarrassed for her because when she stood, the creases of her pants were laden with sweat. So to all you pesky SAHMS who live it up in your air conditioned posh pads, stop making your nannies take the children out. Why don't you go out? Go to a spa. Go get a pedi. Go sit at the country club. Have the driver drive you out to the shore or out to Westchester. This is so unfair. Stop doing it. Who am I? A nanny who was told to take my 3 year old charge to the park for a "bit" for some "fresh air". There is no FRESH AIR today, woman. I wasn't as hot as the big nanny, but I was plenty hot. By the time I walked home, my sweaty thighs were rubbing together and now I have a rash or something. Very uncomfortable. I am very uncomfortable. I lost it today. I told my boss I was having a headache from the heat and felt sick and needed to leave. She looked so bothered. How dare should I leave at 4 instead of 7? After all, I am leaving a stay at home mom alone with her one and only child. For shame.
What was my boss doing while I was forced out of the house on a 96 degree day with 100 percent humidity? Why looking at sample wallpapers with her decorator. We could play very very quiet in the basement, but nooooooo. Too much comfort for me. I hate my job. I hate my life.