It's funny, I had one MB who was really "the worst" in many ways; this was years ago when I was young and naive and didn't know enough to ask for a contract or guaranteed hours. She was constantly changing the schedule last minute, often telling me when I arrived in the morning she'd be home by 7, then I'd get a text at 9pm "sorry, heading home soon," and she'd roll in around midnight. That happened often, or other times she would text me the night before and say she didn't need me at all the next day, and I wouldn't get paid for it. They never paid OT rates either. Worst of all, towards the end of our three years together, she stopped paying me on time. I ultimately had to threaten to sue to get the $2000 I was owed (and had been owed for over six weeks).
But, somehow, I still "liked" her. She was a real people person, even though she blatantly took advantage of me in many ways, she always knew just what to say to put a smile on my face. She also really trusted me, always talked about how much she appreciated me, and included me in family events and parties in a way that really made me feel like part of their family. Also, although sometimes she would go out shopping and return home with bags of clothes from Macy's, I know that she did work hard and that towards the end they were having some money trouble (although it was more of a matter of them prioritizing other, nonessential, things over paying me, their money struggles were real).
But, I did have a MB who...ugh, hate is a really strong word, but I really, REALLY disliked her, I really feel like she is not a good person in the way that she treats "the help." She was never late in paying me, though she did tend to nickel and dime me. She never forgot my birthday, but every year would give me only a card scribbled on by her son (my charge). It was a nice gesture, I suppose, but there was never actually any "gift" involved. She also never offered to give me the day off or let me go early on my birthday (not that I'd necessarily expect that, but perhaps in lieu of an actual gift..). There was never any actual Christmas bonus either; one year my Christmas gift was a jar of jam, the next year it was a kitchen towel (literally).
They didn't pay me particularly well from the start (I had just moved to a new city and felt somewhat desperate for a job and unsure of local competitive rates, so I just went for it, knowing they were well off and I'd likely get raises), and my package only included 5 days PTO per year. They did give me raises, but every year they would offer me 50 cent raises with no room for negotiation. If I had started off at a good rate this would've been fine, but I was not being paid well so 50 cents really wasn't good enough. They gave me guaranteed hours, but I rarely got time off, they did a lot of weekends away where they'd leave right at 4pm on Friday and return Sunday night or Monday morning so I wouldn't get full days off while they were gone (I know they did this solely because of me and not because they needed to get back to work, because they both worked for the highly successful family business, owned by DBs parents, which was primarily run by DBs dad and brother and other employees; MB and DB mostly "worked from home" which involved a lot of reiki and massage appointments and online shopping, and fishing trips on DBs part). They also asked me to work on major holidays, like Thanksgiving, New Years Day and Christmas Eve (although they did stop short of asking me to come in on Christmas Day), even though they really didn't need me, I'm certain it's because they wanted to get their money's worth.
MB saw guaranteed hours as transferable, and started asked me to change my Friday hours from 8am-4pm to 4pm-12am once a month so they could go out on the town. I tried to tell her this wasn't okay but she would just go on about how the guaranteed hours never made sense to her anyway ("why are you getting paid if you're not working?" Which is a question I would've loved to ask HER), and make veiled threats about finding a more flexible nanny.
And yeah, the biggest issue I had was sitting there watching her nickel and dime me, while they live in their million dollar home and buy new Mercedes SUVs every year, have new anthropologie and j crew packages arrive daily, and find out bits and pieces here and there from the charge like "daddy is a pilot and just bought a brand new plane" (at first I thought charge was making this up but later found out it was true), and "this weekend we're going back to our condo at the beach," or "one of mommy's horses is sick..." (Apparently the grandparents farmhouse in the country had not only a large vineyard but also a stable with several horses owned by each of the family members; towards the end of my career with them I was invited out to see it once. I thought I was being invited as a guest but MB and DB just stuck me in a back room most of the time with their son and his little cousin while they ate a fancy dinner in the dining room.)
My only regret with that family is (of course) that I didn't quit sooner. Saying goodbye to them and moving on to my next (current) MB and DB is the best thing I've ever done for my career and overall happiness!
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