The second interview was great and it turned out I knew the manager from the first prison I worked at. I hadn’t even made been away from the interview For 2 hours before she called to offer me the job! If anyone knows the State of California, the hiring process is incredibly cumbersome and takes forever, but they were a critical service and the process Was expedited. I felt really conflicted because there were pros and cons to both jobs. I asked if I could call her in the morning with my answer. I struggled all night with the decision, but finally decided to take the second offer. I felt terrible calling the first place to decline the job, but I felt that #2 was where I was meant to be.
When I was about 20, I spent one summer working for a very rich family who lived by Columbus Circle in NYC. For those of you unfamiliar with Manhattan, that is a very expensive area. The mom was a corporate attorney and the dad was VP at a fancy investment bank. They lived in a luxury apartment building on a high floor that had floor to ceiling windows with views of the entire city and the Hudson River. Their building had multiple rooftop lounges with flat screen TVs, a game room with 2 pool tables, ping pong, foosball, and more flat screens. It had a gym, kids playroom, garden, office lounges…the list goes on. These guys were rich af.
They had 2 kids, a baby girl and a 4 year old boy. Normally I was paid 18/hr to watch the baby all day and the boy when he got home from school. Over the summer, I got 20/hr for both of them all day. Hardly a valuable increase for double the work, but whatever. I was young and it was a good salary for a 20 year old so I just did the work anyway, even though the boy was very mean and poorly behaved due to a lack of attention from his constantly working parents. He would constantly hit and kick me, call me names, tell me he hated me, hit his sister, etc etc. For all his privilege, he was a very unhappy child.
Anyway, when school came back in session, it went back down to 18/hr. Kinda stingy but still, fine. One day, I came in on a weekend because they had a party to go to or something and I was watching both kids. When I asked for 20/hr, not only did they refuse, but they LET ME GO. No warning, no 2 weeks, no severance, nothing. This isn’t the worst story in here by far, but I was still astounded at how cheap these people were. Then, the mom had the audacity to text me later to tell me that they always paid me as much as they could and that I should have been more grateful! Bear in mind-this was a 5 hour shift. I was asking her for an extra $10! This b*tch spent at least $25 every morning ordering a Belgian waffle and an iced coffee for delivery (when she had waffles in her freezer and coffee in her cabinet). And she still had the nerve to act like she couldn’t afford an extra $10 for the woman raising her children. Her daughter called me Mommy.
Honestly I was being way too nice. It was perfectly reasonable for me to expect more money for more work. I did DOUBLE the work and asked you for a mere $10 extra. You spend more than that on your morning waffle, but won’t give it to someone who is helping raise your children? Refusing was your right, but to let me go last minute when I did nothing wrong and proceed to try to guilt me was very disrespectful. I needed that money for my rent. Thankfully I still live with my parents and they are understanding, but that might not have been the case.
I ended up working there 10 years. Some if it was great and some sucked. But, while I was working there I started dating a guy who had 3 kids. We took the kids in after the mother decided drugs were more important. The youngest one had a girlfriend. The girlfriend had a sister. The sister was pregnant and couldn’t care for herself, much less a baby. The youngest kid told the girlfriend about me and told her how I always took care of and his brothers, even when nobody else did. He put us in touch with each other and when she gave birth to this beautiful, perfect baby boy, he became my son. He is a month shy of turning 13 years old.