If you read my previous post and are wondering about the job application I was being evasive about…
That may not sound too strange to you, but it is, I assure you. Being a nanny was never within a gazillion miles of my radar. But the ad struck me like a thunderbolt.
The bald facts:
- This is a job I know I can do. While not particularly proud of my achievements as a consultant, student, daughter or wife, I can confidently say I did a bloody good job as a parent. Outstanding.
- I have experience as a London Literacy Champion working with struggling children and their parents.
- No idea what they pay, but it is better than nothing.
- They live within walking distance of my place – ie bit of exercise, no cost or frustration of public transport or driving and parking.
- It’s 3 days a week (odd hours during term time – long days in hols)
- That will allow me time to work on my book and possible other income streams.
- The odd – unpaid – hours (between breakfast/getting to school/nursery and pickup/afterschool until evening return of parents) MIGHT allow me to pop to the gym at exactly the right time for the class I like and/or do the grocery shopping.
- I’ve missed reading stories and teaching my children stuff and playing with them. (Found my mind straying to grandchildren though it will be years and years before I get any.)
- The parents are NZ/Swedish. I’ve never met a kiwi I didn’t like, and though I have met Swedes I didn’t like, they were both colleagues of my ex ie grasping and probably crooks and probably not the best of their countrymen. Whereas the kiwis have tended to be my nannies…
- I don’t particularly like children other than my own.
- I absolutely HATED being a London Literacy Champion.
- I am pretty rubbish at housework and hate it.
- The money will be bad.
- There will be annoying unpaid gaps most days, insufficient to do any paid work.
- It will be a very long day in the holidays.
- There will be no holiday pay, sick pay, pension etc (not that I get any of these currently!)
- There will be no adult company.
- Unlike eg a receptionist job I won’t be able to get on with writing and admin etc online during quiet times in working hours.
- I might have to clear up their sick and stuff like that.
- It will prevent my taking on more of the well paid but erratic stuff I have been doing (tho they have not called lately).
- It won’t LEAD anywhere.
- My employers will be half my age and might find me insufferably know it all.
- It might be very boring indeed.
It’s not really the bald facts though, that are bothering me…
Image: these tiny little shoes were a gift to one of my children from one of my nannies. A kiwi and one of the kindest and most beautiful people (in appearance and nature) I ever met. How fitting.