just one of many

Working for Mr. V in January was one of the worst weeks of my life, and it only lasted 3 days. I have never felt so degraded in my life. The man is a textbook Narcissist and a right pain-in-the-ass. He feels entitled to a perfect life, while doing nothing for himself, and finding fault in ever single one of his former employees. I still get stirred up inside just thinking about the crap I witnessed in those three days. Here is just one example:

I had just finished feeding Toddler Boy. I had removed his feeding tray and was holding/standing him up while cleaning mashed goo from all over his face, hands, and arms. I hear Mr. V calling from the back of the house, "Em? Can you come here for a minute?" I call back that I will be there in just a minute, and resume my cleaning of the gooey boy. I don't even start cleaning the dishes or the tray, just the kid. I throw him on my hip and walk to the back to see what Mr. V needs. This took all of 3 minutes, tops.

I find Mr. V in the laundry room, standing in front of the machines. He turns around when I enter the room, and says, in a disappointed tone, "Oh. I was going to to ask you to turn on the washer, but you took too long, so I just started it myself."

Oh. My. God. He called me from one end of the enormous house to the other, just to start the freaking washing machine? The washing machine he was standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF?!? There are just no words strong enough to describe the utter disbelief that I felt. This was real. I was not hallucinating. It really just happened. Oh. My. God.

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Well, that's a big enough dose of Mr. V for one night. As I said, recalling that week with that man still gets my insides stirred up. I'll revisit that time again, once I have regained my strength. Ohhhh, but I've just remembered. You may be wondering why Mr. V was home at all, seeing as I was there. You see, Mr. V does not work. Mr. V is not a stay-at-home-dad. He is an important man. Mr. V stays at home, along with his full-time nanny, and - wait for it - his TWO full-time personal assistants. You heard me correctly. I'll let that stew in your brain for awhile.