Have you read The Nanny Diaries? Read it. It's hilarious, and an easy read (took me about a day and a half). I haven't seen the movie, but if you have, I'm sure its close enough for you to follow where I'm going with this.
I got a call this morning--eight o' clock in the morning, mind you--asking if I can babysit this weekend. "I'm sorry," I say, "I moved about a month ago, and I can't really travel an hour and a half just to babysit." "That's fine!" She says. "We're going to be really close to your apartment! My husband is blah blah..." "Oh, ok then! Sounds great." I say; babysitting is great. I like kids, I'm good with kids, and it brings in some extra money.
"Alright. We're staying at the Ritz Carlton, and I'll need you for about eight hours, is that okay?" Wow. Double wow. Ritz Carlton?? Awesome. Eight hours?? Not as awesome, but it'll bring in good money. "Yeah... thats... thats great, sounds good." "Ok! I'll text you later with details."
Six hours later, she texts me with the address and information that I'll be babysitting for nine and a half hours rather than eight. Alright, I think. That's fine. Means a little bit more than I would have gotten for eight. Then I Google-mapped the Ritz Carlton. Its an hour and a half away from my apartment. AH!! No, I can't travel that long to go to her house to babysit, but going equally as long to a five-star hotel is totally fine. Like, are you kidding?? Do you know the MPG of my '94 Explorer? 12. That's half a tank of gas for me to go there and back to watch two girls under three years old who don't speak English (oh yeah, forgot to mention that)!!
I realize its probably not a huge deal. I mean I will be paid for it, and the mom is really nice... I don't know, its just that sometimes I feel like people don't think as much as they should. Ughhh... struggles...
Thanks, just needed to vent. I'm probably just being weird.
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