I just fired Summer Nanny. What?! You thought I fired her two weeks ago when I was bitching about her laissez-faire playground 'tude and her MySpace usage! Oh, no. I am way to passive for that. I have to complain, then mull it over, and then complain some more before I actually act. That's just how I roll.
But, today, I get an e-mail from Summer Nanny. The Last Straw. She has an out-of-town "family emergency" that mysteriously requires her to only miss Wednesday and Friday. Yeah, and I'm a balding, white guy from Omaha. I don't fuckin' think so. Never mind that the last time she missed work, she didn't tell me until the end of the day and left me struggling to find back-up care so I could attend my Major Committee Meeting. This time around, I've already committed to going into the office and (surprise!) I have NO CHILDCARE, which means I can't go into the office and that just makes me look like a big ol' slacker. Thanks a lot, Summer Nanny.