Received Tuesday, October 28, 2008. - Rant
Would you believe..... After taking care of the most amazing infant ever from birth to toddler age, the parents decided to move her to a daycare for "financial reasons". I know exactly what they earn and I know nothing has changed. By the way I am completely for the idea of daycare regardless. I was told on a friday that they are putting her in a daycare starting monday. And they will give me 5 weeks to find another job and pay until then-out of respect for me-even though I won't have to come in. I then cut it short by 2 weeks, because hooray for me and them, I found another job even though its part time. So I thank them for giving me until the end of the month to finish off my financial ends too, as after all, it would just be 3 weeks notice at that decided ending point. I'll manage, right?
So I start a morning of training at a daycare facility, where their child now attends, followed by another half day of training. Who would've guessed that on my second day I would see a child being shoved 3 times by a teacher into the floor and smacking her head by hand into her sleeping mat in a "stay down!" manner. All very hurtful to a distraught child. I saw some other minor things, less aggressive of course; force feeding a child by dripping milk in a 5 month old baby's mouth so she coughs and vomits it all. "Swaddling" my sick former charge aggressively to make her nap again after waking from a 90min nap just 30min earlier? And by aggressively I mean stomach down, wrapped in blanket and holding her down. I'm leaving other small things out. Shocked and confused I leave the premise. Call a nanny friend for advice. Call the parents. Email the director to report things and then they (daycare) dismiss my observations as misinterpreted after meeting with them. The place has no history of abuse, why believe your former 50 h per week nanny? I am then forced to quit a job that has not officially started unless I want the staff to treat me poorly for "tattling" on them. This is how the staff said they feel according to the daycare director.
SO you would expect them to pay me until Nov 14 then anyway but I suggest that we should keep the end of the month as a last day regardless and that I'll manage with the 3 weeks. Mom agrees. Then 2 weeks into daycare, still employed with them but not having to go in as the child is in daycare all day, (I was told to use my time to find another job) and that they will be willing to provide me the time off to do interviews etc-their child gets a bad cold apparently. I have scheduled a training day with a company on monday and then get an email SUNDAY eve to ASK if I could come in monday to take care of the child. I tell them I have a meeting as mentioned on thursday and I won't be able to reschedule at this point (they should understand right, after all this is what they gave me the grace period for). I hear nothing back. Monday night dad brings me my check and I'm short a week. Oh, that's because he decided to not honor the original 5 weeks to 3 weeks. Instead we are paying you for just the 2 weeks. "Because you were not available today. And our friends thought you shouldn't get more. Since you now have another job." I remind him that I do not and that this is a day and a half temp position with 1 days training only. And that the position will only start a few days after our 3 week ending agreement.
I am so hurt. I have never been treated so poorly. How can you as a parent do this to someone who has been like a mother to your child when she was not even 5 oz yet? When you know us. Have been invited to our birthdays. Live down the street from us. Work with my husband. When I've taken her on trips with my in laws. Bought her gifts wherever I've gone on trips. Do you know her favorite food or stuffed animal? Her milestones? Her first word? I'm done crying about how poorly I've been treated. I did my best and you just don't know how to be a decent human being. My in laws where right all along. You are indeed a worm. I never would of thought so until now. Thank you for disposing of me like a meaningless dish rag. I think I'm done caring for kids.