|That's me on the bottom of the pile in 1988 . . .||It may look like I was outnumbered, but I was in complete control!|
|IN 1987 'JAMMER' SHORTS WERE ALL THE RAGE AND I WAS IN HIGH DEMAND!|
Over the years, I encountered many different types of people and situations thru my sitting services. There were folks who paid me well, and some who didn't. Some abodes were clean, and some were NOT. Well stocked pantries satisfied my carefree ability to binge eat without even realizing it. Ah, the metabolism of a 12 year old girl! Other cupboards were so bare that I called home begging someone to ride a bike over with a paper plate heaped with dinner.
Once I reached high school and college age, I often connected with the young parents whose kids I cared for. They'd stagger in from a late evening, and we'd continue chatting until the wee hours of the night. I trusted them, bounced ideas off them, and sought their advice. Most of all, I enjoyed them. Looking back, I may have had a hand in raising their youngsters, but these parents were helping me learn to think for myself, be confident, and develop a strong sense of self.
|BIKE RIDING & LOOSE CHANGE - FUN!|
Perhaps I'm being too generous considering that she probably never actually paid me more the six big ones (in coins she collected from between her couch cushions). My mother finally took it upon herself to call Gail up and inform her that the going rate for a sitter had increased since my sisters had launched their sitting careers a few short years before. It was no longer socially acceptable to dole out a buck for each hour
Fortunately, I survived that embarrassing ordeal and stayed the course. My ability to overlook the weirdest of people led me to accept countless sitting jobs and I earned a strong reputation and stacks of dollars . . . typically in the form of paper money!