Confessions

I constantly daydream about fucking DB. 

I have a pretty regular routine at work but for some reason, my MB constantly tells me to do things I already know to do. I’ve worked for them for 5 years. Her micro-managing is driving me fucking crazy. 

My MB gives me a daily to do list but her children are so obsessed with me that I can barely finish the list. How am I supposed to be with your kids AND do your housework? 

I tricked my boss into increasing my holiday bonus because she is insecure.  

Just like the mom’s get together to talk crap and gossip about people around town, we nannies get together to talk crap and gossip about the families we work for. 

MB confessed to getting implants after unsuccessfully lying for weeks about why she was bed ridden.  

DB always tells me he wishes MB would exercise more.  

Fuck you, pay me! 

I thought I was signing up to be a nanny but somehow I’m a therapist as well. Evidence suggests that I’m a damn good one but my pay doesn’t reflect such. Lady, I have problems of my own. 

My employer has a sick obsession with being liked.