Monday, July 27, 2009
My first nanny job in New York was over a decade ago. I interviewed over the phone with the mother who was a producer in NY. They flew me out, sight unseen and I arrived at a Studio office in Brooklyn with a peculiar assortment of suitcases and my nanniest outfit. Meryl Streep was in the studio that day, I didn’t see her but overheard people talking about how shiny her hair was. I was a nervous wreck sitting in that office watching all of the people go by, listening to the chaotic sounds from the NY street outside. After a few hours, the mother came down to collect me and we drove home from her city office to their home in Westchester.
The mother was a size 4, blue eyed, blonde knock out and a successful producer married to an even more successful producer. Their children were beautiful, intelligent and kind hearted. Their house was an enormous old school mansion with acreage, a guest house and a massive pool. The property sat atop a steep hill. One of my jobs was to bring the recyclables down that hill on Friday mornings and when it was icy- it was downright dangerous.
The first two months were tremendous. I had a beautiful set up on the third floor of their house overlooking the Hudson River. They had purchased me a brand new car, nothing outrageous; I believe it was a 94 or 95 Cutlass Supreme. The children were in school during the day, so per our initial interview, I had my days free to explore the NY area. The family had a cleaning staff come in three times per week. I would get the children ready for school, drive them to school, load and empty the dishwasher, pick the children up from school, drive them to and from activities, run errands, prepare dinner and do family laundry.
At some point around the third month, the mother decided she resented my free time and an argument ensued over the condition of the boy’s closet. The closet was overlooked by the cleaning crew. I hadn’t noticed and she ended up calling me a bitch. I was remarkably unfazed but did tell her I would not be staying beyond my three month commitment. She screamed at me for misleading her and yelled over the fact that they had just purchased a brand new car for me.
In the end I was replaced with not one person, but with three; a full time housekeeper, a cook and a driver. About a month after I left, the mother got an opportunity to go work in Italy for two weeks and she contacted me at my new job to ask if I would return to work for her. I rejected their offer and never heard from them again. There were no hard feelings on my end, it was a good run and a great start to my NY nanny career.
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