Another one for my book...
Yeah, the book that I'll probably never write called "101 ways to piss off your babysitter." Read on for details of last night's fiasco.
7:20 - Phone call asking me if I can babysit later on that night. I say yes. She says she'll call me when she needs me.
10:55 - Go to bathroom
10:56 - She calls while I'm in the bathroom
10:57 - Get phone and see she left a voicemail. Listen to it *read on for transcript of message*
"Hi Jen. You said you'd babysit for me and now you're not answering your phone. I guess call me if you're still gonna do it."
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Yeah, sorry I'm not at your beck and call. I don't carry my cell phone EVERYWHERE with me like *some* people do. Get over yourself lady. You're not THAT important.
And yes, I did babysit for her.
posted by Jen at
1:51 PM
1 Comments:
First of all, I just trying to get over the time of night that she called you. This is okay? Is she working graveyard or something?
And, I agree. Draw the line on the phone usage. Potty talk seems to mean something different these days...
4:30 PM
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