It's so easy to identify the worst thing in my life...

It's 7:15am on Thursday.

This is my day to sleep in. I don't have to be anywhere until 12:50. I am not a morning person. I turn the alarm off and wake up when I wake up.

INEVITABLY though, every single fucking day like this that I get to sleep in, my boss texts me with some absolutely inane shit.

Today it was, "What is the status of the recycle bins? We are the only house on the block that doesn't have new ones."

I can give you any number of reasons why you don't have any.  I can also tell you that I don't give a flying fuck what any of them are at 7 in the morning on my day off.

I do not hate being a nanny in general. I DO hate my particular job and that is the problem with being a nanny. The jobs all start fine until 3 years into it, I am more her personal assistant that the nanny...only without the pay I deserve.