Abuse:
“There are some basic, fundamental rules to life and personal relationships- and that the poised will someday be victorious over the tacky heathens of the world!”
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Hi there,
Is this where we can actually write our stories or just comment on other stories?
Can you please let me know where I can submit my story?
Kind regards,
Jo
To submit a story, click on the little orange box on the side bar at right that says “Do You Have a Story About An Etiquette Faux pas? Email us!”
Miss Jeanne, this is what I’ve been trying to post, but the system keeps telling me that I’m posting duplicates:
Ok. I’m trying this again, as I obviously don’t know about formatting…lol. Here goes:
“My question is – why was Mary ever even in the kitchen?”
Because my front door opens into my kitchen, and my clients know that they are simply to walk in my front door when they arrive to pick up their kids.
“Did the OP simply sit at the table eating dinner with her guests while Mary rounded up her kids?”
Yes, we were sitting at the table eating supper already. But when Mary did arrive, I told her that the kids were fed and ready to go, they just needed their shoes. For the record, my home has an open concept, so when you walk into the front door, you are standing in the kitchen but also fully able to see the entire living room. As I said in the original post, Mary was late. Supper was also supposed to be served at 6:00, by which time the children would usually have already left the house. By 6:30, without Mary even having showed up, supper was starting to look a little less appetizing, given that it was sitting in a warm oven for nearly an hour already.
“And I guess I’m a little confused about what a “Dayhome” is.”
It’s a private daycare ran from one’s home. Perfectly legal and common.
“Like others have stated, in most day care scenarios there are specific times that are adhered to, and those who arrive late are charged extra (at the school I taught at for years you got a 10 minute grace period and were charged $1 per minute after that). Even if your hours are completely flexible, I would imagine people have a schedule and it’s not a scenario where people just drop off and pick up their kids whenever they feel like.”
In my case, parents have a 9 hour window between drop off and pick up times. So, if a child is dropped off at 8am, they are expected to be picked up by 5pm. Mary’s kids had not been here over 9 hours by that point, so I guess technically she wasn’t “late” per se, but she had never been later than 6pm picking up her children before. So based upon that, she was late. I was depending on her consistency here.
“Further, if I were a parent paying for my child to be watched, I certainly would be miffed (even if I’m late) to find you seated in the kitchen having a social dinner while my children were unattended (though I suppose this might depend on the ages of the children, which isn’t mentioned) just because you’d already fed them.”
I could see the children at all times from where I was sitting at the dinner table. They were never, ever, for one second, out of my view. And if you were going to be an hour late picking up your children with no phone call, you (not you necessarily, but any parent picking up their kids from daycare) don’t really have a right to be angry. Many parents seem to have a sense of entitlement that a daycare provider works FOR them instead of WITH them, at least in my experience. We do have a life outside of our work.
“since no apologies or explanations are mentioned, I suppose I have to assume Mary offered none.”
You’re right, she didn’t. Mary never did. Because Mary had a huge sense of entitlement and believed she was NEVER wrong. Hence the reason 6 weeks later she was served with a termination notice.
Oops, forgot to end my note….
Thanks,
Ally 🙂
Thats beter..