Sunday, March 30, 2008

Dear Spoiled Mother of Four,

I don't want to work for you anymore.  I don't like the environment in your home, I don't like the way I'm expected to be the maid, I don't like being bossed around by seven-year-olds, and I don't particularly like the food you make.  I think I'd rather work a 9-5 sitting behind a desk, bored to tears, wanting to rip my eyeballs out from looking at a computer screen for so long, and getting home for dinner on time.  

I used to like you, or so I thought.  Then I discovered that I'd rather not be treated like a maid and a nanny all rolled into one.  You don't pay me enough for that.  Would you like to make it $20/hour? Then I might be on board. 

I've begun applying for jobs at pre-schools in the area.  I think I have a shot, and my dad asked me to get a job where I could smile.  I think there's something to that.  

Please don't be offended, Spoiled Mother of Four, it's nothing personal, I just don't like you anymore.



Patty said...

Your current boss sounds like a nightmare! Good luck with your job search- I hope you find something that makes you smile every day!

Patty said...

By the way... I love how you've formatted your blog as your letters to the world. Fantastic idea!!

Sarah said...

Yuck. Don't be a maid for her! let the dust bunnies multiply!!! (if she wants a maid, she can stay with her husband and pay for one!)

Also, please don't rip out your eyeballs...remember, you'd rather go deaf!

Scott said...

Stick it to the (Wo)man!