Tag: frogs

Dear Ravi,

It is very cold outside, but I am wearing my fuzzy bathrobe and Gloria is sitting on my feet. Nikki went outside, decided that this was a bad idea and came rocketing back indoors. With windchills, the temperatures are supposed to be around minus 35 this weekend. I don’t really plan on going out.

I have had a very strange couple of weeks. Right before Thanksgiving I started a new caretaking job for a lady with multiple health problems. She needed someone to help her around her house, drive her to appointments, and organize her day. I had two interviews with her that went very well, and she offered me the job. The first few days went well. I drove her to doctor appointments and helped her clean her apartment. She was very complimentary of my work, and I felt we were a good fit. The job was 24 hours a week, 10 am to 4pm Monday through Thursday. I came back from Thanksgiving ready to work hard and that was when things started to get really weird. She kept wanting me to redo tasks that I had already completed. She would give me a list of things to do, and while I was doing them, completely change the list. She would “forget” to give me instructions and then claim that she had brain damage and could not be expected to remember everything. Nothing was good enough for her. She wanted at least 12 hours worth of work packed into a 6 hour work day. I began to feel like the frog in the pan of boiling water. Do you remember that story, Ravi? A frog was in a pot of water. He was happy and was able to live his life. Slowly, the heat of the water was turned up. The frog became uncomfortable. “This water is too hot!” he cried. The voice outside the pot told him that the water was just fine, and he was imagining things. The water began to boil. “Let me out!” begged the frog. “No”, said the voice, “You have to stay in the pot.” With the last of his energy the frog leaped out of the pot and hopped away.

Ravi, I felt like that frog. My employer tried to control every aspect of my life. She insisted that I work on her car, outside, in frigid temperatures. She said that the detergent that I used gave her a headache and I had to change detergents to a brand that she specified. Until I could to this, she insisted that I get my clothes damp and leave them outside over night to get rid of the smell. Though I did change detergents, I certainly did not leave me clothes out overnight. She continually lost my time sheets, and then got mad because I did not realize that she hid them in the Tupperware drawer. Honestly, Ravi, I am not making this up. The final straw came yesterday. She wanted me to come in an hour early. I arrived at 9am sharp, determined to have a good day. She had me work a 9 hour shift without any breaks, some of it outdoors. At the end of the day she did not want to sign my time sheets and said that my hours for yesterday had to go on a different time sheet for a different company. I then realized that she was using 3 different companies to log my hours. Things just did not add up. When I texted her at 6pm to say that I was logging out, she replied that I needed to wait, she might have “another plan”. I wanted 5 minutes, logged out and went home. Once I was home I had a long talk with Daddy and a good friend. They said either I needed to set really good boundaries with my employer or leave my position. I wrote a letter of grievance and resignation to the company who pays me, detailed everything that had happened and asked for advice on next steps. I do not want to work for her anymore. I do not want any contact with her. I want to get paid for the hours that I worked and move on with my life.

Ravi, I was tricked by this woman. She acted nice at first and I thought that she was a good person. I thought that if I just worked hard enough I would be able to please her. My friend pointed out to me that it sounds like she had deep rooted psychological issues. She may also have medical issues, but she is a master at gaslighting her employees. I remember after we asked Eli to move out, a good friend told me me, “Harriet, no more sad puppies.” What he meant was that I should not be taken in by people who supposedly had hard lives and then would take advantage of me. This woman was another Eli type who played on my desire to be helpful and be a change for good.

Anyway Ravi, that is the long story of my very weird 3 weeks. I am walking away. I can find a better employer who treats and pays me fairly and does not continually keep changing the rules and expectations of the job. Mommy may have felt like a frog in boiling water, but she used the last of her strength to jump out of the pan. My next step is to talk to HR and hopefully keep this woman from hiring anyone else.

I hope you are warm in heaven. It is frigid here, but I don’t have to work on a crazy lady’s car today without gloves. I don’t have to wash dishes and then be told that I washed them all wrong and to do it again. Who the heck washes dishes without soap, anyway? I am going to PT today to strengthen my back, play with the pets, walk on the treadmill and take lots of breaks. Your mommy may mean well, but she was not born yesterday. I am walking away from this job. All my love to you, my son, forever and ever. Mom.