Nanny’s Life

Chapter eight

I woke up so rested and happy to be able to have an amazing job and an amazing workplace, my own room and so beautiful! I just feel so blessed and grateful for all of the things that happened this weekend!

I really hope nothing will change, I feel so appreciated and needed. I couldn’t imagine having a better job, well hopefully when I save up some money (which my salary is really high for a nanny, though I haven’t been a stay home nanny before maybe that’s where the money is).

I can get my degree and work my dream job but honestly it’s all I could ever ask for.

The rest of the weekend was beautiful, it was like I was dreaming, suddenly I was a better version of myself, I felt happy being with the kids, I enjoyed getting to know them, their likes, their dislikes, etc. I es so glad to be able not to worry about how I'm going to pay the rent or if I had enough money to eat or constantly worrying if someone could enter the apartment at night. It was not a nice neighborhood, and I lived alone. I didn’t really got to know anyone in the building.

Also I was very happy that I had the access to that amazing library! I asked Mr. Beckett’s permission to read those amazing books, I’m really hoping the rest of the time that I spend here can be as nice as it has been until now.

After an amazing weekend reality seeped in.

Monday was another thing completely.

I like to say it was the kinda first day of the real job not just a dream like the weekend was, and everything changed.

My boss became a totally different person, he started. Being really cold and angry, at everything I did, starting this morning.

My bed was so soft I couldn't help but keep cuddled with my blankets, my alarm rang at 7:30 and I had to wake up, I was so sleepy that I ended up tripping on the carpet and almost falling on my face.

After my sleepy debacle I took a shower and because I forgot to ask Mr Beckett about the what the uniform was , I dressed in normal clothes, my favorite pair of jeans, the best ones I had in my small collection of clothes, a white polo shirt and my imitation ugg boots (the real ones are so expensive ) with my favorite blue sweater. I looked ok, of course. Not professional, but good enough.

As I was walking down the stairs I remembered I had to wake up the kids so I went back upstairs. By then it was 7:55

When I went though the door my boss was waking them up and he looked up with the sudden movement I made. I greeted them with a smile on my face.

He finished waking them up and turned back to look at me when he looked at me, his face was so angry that I took a couple steps back in surprise. All I was thinking was what did I do wrong?

I began doing what I did when I was nervous,

Curling my hands around my hair and biting my lip,

I couldn't raise my eyes to him because I felt like a child again being scolded for playing with the dirt.

Like when I was a small child.

He murmured something soothing to the triplets, and then returned his gaze to me

"Let's talk in my office" his voice gave me bad chills, and I hurried down the stairs after him to his office at home, once there he opened the door and allowed me to step in, with his hands he directed me to one of the fancy chairs and he took a seat in his own chair.

Once he sat down he turned to look at me again, this time he was closer to me and I could really see his eyes, the colors that made his eyes look so caring when we were having breakfast that Saturday morning changed completely to only dark eyes, I couldn't believe it! it was like he changed into a completely different person.

I wasn’t sure what caused this reaction out of him but I wasn’t sure whatever it was, if it had to do with me I was going to do my best to fix it. No matter what.

"Did I do something wrong?" I muttered breathlessly, my hands were on my lap twisting around each other, like when we first met.

"Do you even have to ask?"he said in a dull tone his eyes once warm now hard and there were visible lines on his forehead, indicating his stress, or frustration. "You were lazing around all weekend with the kids, and today you wake up late and you forget to wake up my children, worst of all you wear a stupid sweater and some old jeans, we are profesionals here.

I don't know we're you have worked before but you can't expect me to allow something of this kind, if you continue with this lazy attitude you will be fired without any payment, are we clear? His voice took a grave tone, where was the Callum that I knew from last weekend? I missed him, not this rude and mean boss scolding me for something that for once was not at all true and second he never said anything about the uniform I was supposed to wear.

I couldn't respond, I was speechless, how could a person change so much I wanted to cry so badly but I couldn't, not in front of him, not when I felt so embarrassed already.

“I understand” I whispered, I knew I couldn’t change his mind, something had changed, I couldn’t figure out what I had done for him to be so utterly disrespectful and mean, I wouldn’t put up with his attitude any longer.

So I just ran

Taking my bike with me, with 5 dollars in my pocket and my aching heart.