Haru
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Warning: This is a bit of an angry rant, sorry.
I babysit two little boys, aged 11 and 4 for a lady who lives in the area. Well, this morning, she didn't bother to tell me until I walked in the door that her oldest son was violently ill and had been since last night. What kind of person doesn't even bother to warn the babysitter when they know for a fact that their kid is sick and has been throwing up all flipping night!? And, since I'm already there, I can't really back out now (especially since my ride had departed), and am stuck all day washing my hands every 15 minutes, wiping stuff down with Lysol wipies, and trying not to touch my face, because when I get sick, all my family members get sick, and when we get sick, we REALLY get sick. Well, despite my best efforts I am feeling nauseous a few hours later and, just when ya think it can't get any worse, the little one suddenly starts spewing. All. Over. EVERYWHERE. Ya could've at least warned me, lady! Less than two bucks an hour is not enough for me to tolerate being vomited upon by your son!
Ugggggh! Needed to get that off my chest. It has been a horrible day... I still feel nauseous.
Edit: I just threw up! Twice! Yay!
So, comment if ya wish, and feel free to share horrible crap that's happened at work.
I babysit two little boys, aged 11 and 4 for a lady who lives in the area. Well, this morning, she didn't bother to tell me until I walked in the door that her oldest son was violently ill and had been since last night. What kind of person doesn't even bother to warn the babysitter when they know for a fact that their kid is sick and has been throwing up all flipping night!? And, since I'm already there, I can't really back out now (especially since my ride had departed), and am stuck all day washing my hands every 15 minutes, wiping stuff down with Lysol wipies, and trying not to touch my face, because when I get sick, all my family members get sick, and when we get sick, we REALLY get sick. Well, despite my best efforts I am feeling nauseous a few hours later and, just when ya think it can't get any worse, the little one suddenly starts spewing. All. Over. EVERYWHERE. Ya could've at least warned me, lady! Less than two bucks an hour is not enough for me to tolerate being vomited upon by your son!
Ugggggh! Needed to get that off my chest. It has been a horrible day... I still feel nauseous.
Edit: I just threw up! Twice! Yay!
So, comment if ya wish, and feel free to share horrible crap that's happened at work.