Alright, I’ve been keeping this story up my sleeve for a while now, and it freaks the hell out of me every time I think about it. It’s one of the few memories I can remember so vividly from back when I was 13.
That was the first Summer I was hired to babysit. It was a family friend, though not too close of one. It was a single mother who had gone through plenty of hardships in her life, from having her husband leave her after two miscarriages and being almost dirt poor once she finally did have her child. She first started hiring me randomly, calling me a day before hand and asking if I was free the next to work for 2-6 hours. However, she soon got a rich boyfriend and everything changed. I was happy for her of course, she did deserve someone nice, but my pay shifted. Meaning that even when I worked for way less time when she was low on cash, I still made more money.
My new schedule involved me working for 3 days a week (sometimes more depending on if they called me).