You nannies are very mean and awful. Are you part of that NCT gang? Or are you just evil?

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Anonymous wrote:Yikes, you all call this thread "just for fun"?

I'd call it "just for fiction writers and trolls".

-signed, nanny for 13 years who has never seen or heard of these fictions.

It's refreshing to hear even handicapped nannies like you can still find work. 13 years and can't hear or see a thing! That's amazing!

BAHAHAHA Thank you for this!!!

Anonymous wrote:Yikes, you all call this thread "just for fun"?

I'd call it "just for fiction writers and trolls".

-signed, nanny for 13 years who has never seen or heard of these fictions.

It's refreshing to hear even handicapped nannies like you can still find work. 13 years and can't hear or see a thing! That's amazing!

Yikes, you all call this thread "just for fun"?

I'd call it "just for fiction writers and trolls".

-signed, nanny for 13 years who has never seen or heard of these fictions.

I worked for a family where the wife came to my room in the middle of the night naked and tried to sleep with me, another job I was in my room when a suicide occured in the family room and a third family where I witnessed domestic violence. I could write a book about insane families. ?

The one always used to call me with bad name's.

I'm Asian American and in college, I posted signs which had my picture on them offering part-time nanny positions. One woman had me over for an interview and apparently assumed that because I'm Asian I would tutor her children in Chinese. I was fired after one night because the kid said I didn't help him with his Chinese immersion homework.

I don't know of this is the worst but I was hired for a babysitting gig when I was 22. The first time the parents went out for the night it was fine. Afterwards they kept asking questions if I was married. I wear a purity ring and they grilled me for a good 20 minutes asking me odd questions about why I'm waiting? Do I do date? I was hard on cash so I agreed to babysit again. This time the wife went out and the dad had friends over for a hockey game. The men stared at me the whole night and asked me questions about my virginity once the kids were asleep and they were all drunk. I hid on the back porch in 45 degree weather until the mom came home and I was able to leave. I never responded again to them asking me to babysit.

Anonymous wrote:As a teenager, I worked for a family with small-ish children. The parents would often go out for work events I would stay with the kids and the dad's grandfather, who was around 98 at the time and had no short-term memory or mobility. I wasn't technically in charge of him, but it sort of worked out that way. One time, the parents were out for a couple of hours and the grandpa fell out of his wheelchair. He was upstairs, so I didn't notice until a kid went up to grab a book and saw him lying there. His eyes were closed, so we called 911. We all rode to the hospital and Grandpa was fine, he'd just fallen asleep after hitting his head, but we obviously couldn't take him home. I called up the mom, who answered and was very, very drunk. I was maybe 15 and I could tell there was no way this woman was going to drive anywhere. It took an hour for their aunt to arrive from several counties over, declare there wasn't space for me in the car, and take everyone else while leaving me in the hospital parking lot. Another hour for my parents to come get me. I never saw them again and never got paid for that five hour babysitting gig, either. Although, I saw one of their kids a year or two later, and he informed me that Grandpa died two weeks after the incident. So, maybe I should just be glad I missed that chapter.

That is, without a doubt, the worst babysitting story ever. You win.

As a teenager, I worked for a family with small-ish children. The parents would often go out for work events I would stay with the kids and the dad's grandfather, who was around 98 at the time and had no short-term memory or mobility. I wasn't technically in charge of him, but it sort of worked out that way. One time, the parents were out for a couple of hours and the grandpa fell out of his wheelchair. He was upstairs, so I didn't notice until a kid went up to grab a book and saw him lying there. His eyes were closed, so we called 911. We all rode to the hospital and Grandpa was fine, he'd just fallen asleep after hitting his head, but we obviously couldn't take him home. I called up the mom, who answered and was very, very drunk. I was maybe 15 and I could tell there was no way this woman was going to drive anywhere. It took an hour for their aunt to arrive from several counties over, declare there wasn't space for me in the car, and take everyone else while leaving me in the hospital parking lot. Another hour for my parents to come get me. I never saw them again and never got paid for that five hour babysitting gig, either. Although, I saw one of their kids a year or two later, and he informed me that Grandpa died two weeks after the incident. So, maybe I should just be glad I missed that chapter.

My first 3 nanny jobs were really bad! Thankfully now after 13 years as a nanny I've got a better sense about how to form good relationships with the families I work for.

The first family had an extremely violent 4 year old that watched wrestling all the time and played very violent video games. I quit after he threw a pair of scissors at me because I told him he couldn't have a cookie before dinner. When I told the parents what happened they told him they were taking away his video games for the rest of the night. He started screaming and throwing a tantrum so they gave him the cookie he wanted and sent him to go watch wrestling on TV. I quit that night and never looked back.

The second family were swingers and the parents used to talk about it in front of me. The mom would insist we be in her room in the morning when she would get ready and she would walk around completely naked. They were always drunk when I saw them and even tried to pay me in alcohol a few times because they were alcohol distributers. I was 19 at the time. The final straw was when they were at home while I was there they let their ill behaved husky in to the room and it attacked their baby. I reached in and hit the dog while grabbing the baby and when the parents came rushing in they tried to blame it on me. Then they told me if anyone questioned what happened I was to say he hit his head on the coffee table. I foolishly stayed a few more weeks until they could find a replacement because I actually felt guilty.

The 3rd family had a dad that would smoke pot in the house while we were at the park. I could always smell it when we got back and he left his bong in the kitchen cupboard. He would constantly walk around in a robe to use the shower on the other end of the house. He was always staring at me too and it made me so uncomfortable. The final straw was when the two year old got mad and bit me so hard it broke the skin. I put him in his room and walked away because I had to attend to my bleeding stomach. When the mom came home 4 minutes later and I told her what happened she yelled at me for putting him in his room by himself for so long. I quit that day without notice and never looked back.

Anonymous wrote:I have had some amazing and not so amazing jobs over the years. One of the more interesting jobs was a temp job with a very wealthy family who was in a hotel villa and wanted help in the evenings over the course of the week.

MB would be drunk every night by the time I got there at 5pm, the dad would hit on the hotel staff when they came to do the turn down service and refreshments for the evenings. One night MB got so drunk that she didn't want to go out, so she decided that DB had "stolen" her purse and was ranting at him how she couldent leave without her ID and bag etc... so she went into child's room(3bd villa)at 8:30 and wanted to go to sleep with the child who I had just put down for bed so he was still somewhat awake. This made DB angry so he went in a forcefully removed MB from child's bed and demanded that she go to dinner. This of course sent 3yr old child into a tail spin of tears, and hyperventilation until he threw up all over himself and the bed. Then without calming him down parents just left and went to dinner.

The funny part is that most of their antics over the week weren't nearly as destructive, but there was clearly some dysfunction. However overall they treated me very well and paid a big bonus at the end. So I think the reason it was one of the worst jobs is bc of how sad it was to see the family interact that way.

I try to remember that every family has their own "issues" (even my own), but sometimes it is so sad to see what goes on behind closed doors. I had one little girl who, after a year of working with her, started asking me all about divorce, where she would go and what would happen if her parents got a divorce, etc. It's been about 6 months since then, and we still keep in touch, so no divorce as of yet, but she was so upset when she would ask these questions.

My family now is one of the most "normal" families I've worked for. They're a bit more down to earth, and I mostly attribute that to them becoming parents in their late twenties rather than in their late thirties-early forties like all of my other families. They tell me all the time that I could probably write a book about all of the families I've met.

I have had some amazing and not so amazing jobs over the years. One of the more interesting jobs was a temp job with a very wealthy family who was in a hotel villa and wanted help in the evenings over the course of the week.

MB would be drunk every night by the time I got there at 5pm, the dad would hit on the hotel staff when they came to do the turn down service and refreshments for the evenings. One night MB got so drunk that she didn't want to go out, so she decided that DB had "stolen" her purse and was ranting at him how she couldent leave without her ID and bag etc... so she went into child's room(3bd villa)at 8:30 and wanted to go to sleep with the child who I had just put down for bed so he was still somewhat awake. This made DB angry so he went in a forcefully removed MB from child's bed and demanded that she go to dinner. This of course sent 3yr old child into a tail spin of tears, and hyperventilation until he threw up all over himself and the bed. Then without calming him down parents just left and went to dinner.

The funny part is that most of their antics over the week weren't nearly as destructive, but there was clearly some dysfunction. However overall they treated me very well and paid a big bonus at the end. So I think the reason it was one of the worst jobs is bc of how sad it was to see the family interact that way.

Anonymous wrote:I guess I'm the exception to the rule. I am ok with children of all ages but love being an infant nanny. Yes infant can be fussy but most do not cry all the time ( pp stated) unless colic, reflux, or some u diagnosed issue.

I love being an infant nanny, too! It's so much fun figuring out this new little person and watching them figure things out, as well. So rewarding!

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Another thread that makes nannies look bad. Yes, let's bitch about MBs and kids "just for fun". Such a great idea.

And you wonder why families won't hire nannies off this site or trust anything they say here.

Great job, OP.


Oh yeah, because it's so wrong to discuss things that are wrong that we've encountered with our jobs. There definitely aren't any MBs on here who complain about their worst nannies, or any other places for employees to vent about their employers/jobs. Because I work for a family I should think my job is amazing all of the time even when it isn't! At the very least maybe an MB will see this and realize something that they've been doing/done in the past and make a change. If not, it's a nice place to vent about negative situations anonymously.

Right. That was why you started this trolling thread. I don't believe it.

You want to troll, just for fun, as you put it, and bash MBs.

Own it. You can also own the reputation you perpetuate that nannies here are nothing but whiners.

You are not well. No one is saying all MBs or DBs do this or that. We're just sharing particular war stories just like folks in any occupation do. Frankly you sound like the main troll on this thread. Don't like this discussion, don't participate. Move along, nothing to see here, go back inside.