Received Tuesday, August 5, 2008- Rants and Warnings
UES - IF YOU RECENTLY HIRED A NANNY NAMED JANE, READ THIS!!!!!!!!
Jane M. (late 30's from Jamaica, typically wears a hat, has one son in his teens) used to work for us (and before us, she worked for two little girls on 87th street).
Jane began working for us March 2004 when our son was just six weeks old. We adored her -- she was a member of our family. We considered ourselves lucky ... she was attentive, kind, compassionate ... the nanny that everyone wanted to steal. Mid November 2006, something changed. For a few days, she was distracted and quiet. We asked if all was ok and she told us that she was fighting a cold. We gave her a Thursday and Friday off and she came back on Monday her usual self. That Wednesday night, it was raining -- so I asked her to leave the building at 6pm with our son, and meet me in a cab and 76th and Park -- I would drop her off at the subway and then continue on to our 6:30 music class. She was never late so I started to worry when it was 620 and she was not there yet. She finally showed up (after not answering her phone) just before 6:30 -- her friend was with her. When I asked if all was ok, she told me that the doormen had been mean to her -- but all was ok. I pressed her for details and she finally told me that the doorman scolded her for not having our son in his stroller and letting him play in the lobby before it was time to jump into a cab. I felt horrible and I told her that I would speak to them when i got home – she begged me not to.
When I got home from music class that night at 8pm, the doorman and head of the maintenance dept were both waiting for me. Before I could question them about what had happened, they told me that she had come down into the lobby with our son and her friend around 5:45. They were sitting off to the side of the automatic door (her back was to the door) and our son was playing in front of them. After a few minutes, he ran over to the automatic doors, watched them open, watched them close and then ran back to her. This went on 5-6 times and according to the doorman, she never broke conversation with her friend. The 7th time, our son ran through the door, out onto the sidewalk – luckily a maintenance person was mopping up the wet floors, saw our son and chased after him. He caught him just feet away from the corner of our street and third avenue. He carried our son back into the building – and Jane was still deep in conversation and did not even know our 2 year old was gone. It was dark, raining and rush hour … I do not even want to think about what could have happened!
We called and confronted her, she did not deny it – but rather got angry and told us that the doorman wanted her to lose her job because it was almost time for holiday bonuses. Needless to say, we fired her.
The next day, the doormen told us that she had been acting strange for the past ten days – she was not her normal pleasant self and in fact had gotten into a confrontation with one of the maintenance men and actually spit at him (in front of our son!!). When I called to shut off her cell phone, I was told that in the ten days prior, she had used more than 1200 daytime minutes – with calls ranging from 45-60 minutes at a time … all during the time that she should have been watching my two year old. A few weeks later, we started getting phone calls from a bank in British Columbia looking to verify her employment with us.
We have not seen or spoken to her in almost two years … until the other day when I was horrified to see her pushing a (pink?) bugaboo stroller on Madison Avenue in the 80’s. If this is your child … beware … and be sure to question her about her work history!