This couple leaned towards the odd side. The woman, Jackie (her real name, because if you know her then I want you to tell her what a lowlife she is), appeared to have difficulty executing conversation.
Our first phone call took place when she called me while I was at a department store. The lengthy pauses left me wondering if we had been disconnected. I kept pulling my phone away from my ear to look at the phone, checking to see if the call was still in progress.
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| And here is her real photo from care.com - recognize her? |
When Jackie did speak, I cringed at her monotone, dreary voice. Perhaps I should not make fun, because maybe she took a bad fall on her head as a child and cannot infuse inflection or feeling into her tone. My grandmother would have called her a 'drip'.
She and her husband came to meet me at my house, and I was shocked at his strange communication style. He spoke entirely too fast for someone to process the words. His quick adrenaline-infused speech came out in quick bursts and then abrupt ends.
I showed them the play area in my basement where the water had come in on Curly's stage. The stage had yet to be put back together, and I explained about the window well water seepage. Words bolted out of his mouth about what we should do to fix it. It took me a few minutes to figure out what the Hell he was referring to. Now, who's the drip? Seriously though, how do these two communicate?
On Labor Day this woman, and I use the term loosely, whose children were scheduled to arrive at my house the next day sent me a cryptic text message. Her text arrived almost 36 hours after I sent a text to her inquiring about a few details. Did the toddler still nap in a pack and play? Had she managed to grab a second car seat for my car? Did she still plan to arrive around 8 or 8:30 in the morning?
She and her husband came to meet me at my house, and I was shocked at his strange communication style. He spoke entirely too fast for someone to process the words. His quick adrenaline-infused speech came out in quick bursts and then abrupt ends.
I showed them the play area in my basement where the water had come in on Curly's stage. The stage had yet to be put back together, and I explained about the window well water seepage. Words bolted out of his mouth about what we should do to fix it. It took me a few minutes to figure out what the Hell he was referring to. Now, who's the drip? Seriously though, how do these two communicate?
On Labor Day this woman, and I use the term loosely, whose children were scheduled to arrive at my house the next day sent me a cryptic text message. Her text arrived almost 36 hours after I sent a text to her inquiring about a few details. Did the toddler still nap in a pack and play? Had she managed to grab a second car seat for my car? Did she still plan to arrive around 8 or 8:30 in the morning?
The fact that she was about to leave her kids with me, but was not more responsive to my questions raised a red flag. READ TEXT MESSAGE SCREENSHOT HERE:
What? So if they weren't starting tomorrow, then why did she not mention when they would be starting? I texted her and asked for what date she hoped to start. She did not answer my text messages or my first three phone calls.
I was at the pool. Enjoying the last day, until she finally called me back. In her drippy, monotone voice . . .
she said: 'Well, we met someone today who can watch the kids the week that you can't. And she can watch them for the rest of the school year.'
Me: 'But you ALREADY HIRED ME TO WATCH THEM FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR!'
Perhaps it isn’t just her speech that is void of feeling, but her entire person.
I was at the pool. Enjoying the last day, until she finally called me back. In her drippy, monotone voice . . .
she said: 'Well, we met someone today who can watch the kids the week that you can't. And she can watch them for the rest of the school year.'
Me: 'But you ALREADY HIRED ME TO WATCH THEM FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR!'
Perhaps it isn’t just her speech that is void of feeling, but her entire person.
2 comments:
Oh no!!!! That's definitely not a good way to start the year! How do you always get such crazy people????
It sounds to me like she has some sort of personality disorder. I've met a few people in the last few years that hit me strangely and that's what I summed it up to be. They're different and have a lack of social cues. Weird.
So, they were a no-go for the entire year then? I can see why you're frustrated when you were counting on them. Bastids.
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