A few years ago, my beloved spouse and I left our jobs in a national telecom provider’s business segment for account executive positions with a competitor. Our new employers were a family that had their own franchise with said telecom. One brother ran their stores, one brother handled business sales (our boss) and their sister took care of various admin duties.
Now since this was a small franchise company, the two of us worked out of a very small office with the three siblings. We used our cellphones instead of landlines, and our days consisted mostly of sales calls to and meetings with local businesses.
Most days were somewhat difficult because the siblings liked to argue. Loudly. And frequently. There were many days when the two of us would pack up and work from home because it was just too loud to make calls.
And then summer vacation started.
Each sibling had at least two children and they loved to visit the office. As cute as these kids were, their visits were SO disruptive. Work would stop and they would have free run of the place. Thankfully, the visits usually weren’t that long.
And then something went awry with the sister’s sitter. She was still able to look after two children but the we began to see more and more of our colleague’s two year old daughter in the office for an entire day at a time. This child was loud. She was adorable and she’d taken a strong liking to me so she usually wanted to play at my desk. Since this was our boss’s niece, I felt like I needed to go along with it so I’d get caught up on admin when she was around. If I had important calls to make, I’d either go into a side room or I’d leave and work from home.
One day, after we were all used to working around the little tyke’s appearances, I was busy with something at my computer. I’d given the little munchkin some pens and paper to draw on and I heard a noise. She’d found my purse and had figured out how to open it.
OK fine. I wasn’t crazy about that but there wasn’t anything in there that could harm her. And then she discovered a tube of MAC’s Russian Red lipglass. Now this is the brightest, reddest, stickiest, most heavily pigmented lipgloss I’ve ever encountered and I almost never wore it because ti will stain everything.
No sooner had those little eyes seen that tube, it was in her hands and she was running gleefully down the hallway. (I don’t blame her; it’s a classic hahaha.)
I ran after her and let her mom know that her child was in possession of one of the most destructive, messy items on Earth.
Mom tried to get it from her and this child screamed as if we were trying to steal her very soul. Her grandpa (the BIG boss) was in the office that day and he came running when he heard her screams of terror. He took one look at her huge, tear filled eyes and asked why she couldn’t just play with it for a while.
At this point, I didn’t really want it back. Let’s face it; kids can be really gross at this point I had no idea what had managed to work it’s way into the tube. But still, the kid had quite literally stolen it from my purse and I was annoyed. More so when they gave it back to her to stop her crying.
Mom told me that she would let her take it home and then she would sneak it away from her after she’d gone to sleep that night. That’s right, she was letting her child steal and get away with it and we were all going to try to ease her trauma. Not cool.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise that this family also shorted us by literal thousands of dollars in pay over the next few months. They were stunned when we quit and shocked when we took them to the labour board to get our backpay. 0406-18