Only after she exited with her granddaughter did I let out a heavy sigh. Working overtime until ten was the norm. I also had to help Joanna watch the kid and mix formula. Now I had to come in half an hour early for school drop-offs and pick-ups.
And yet, I didn't even make half of what a standard nanny earned.
As soon as I walked through the company doors, Joanna stood there, hands on her hips.
"Rose Floyd, did you use picking up the kid as an excuse to slack off? You're a full fifteen minutes later than yesterday! I didn't send you out to play! It's freezing outside—what if Haohhao gets sick?"
A deep breath. I forced down the rising bile of irritation. "Joanna, it's five hundred meters from the kindergarten to the shops. A fifteen-minute round trip is reasonable, isn't it?"
She rolled her eyes. "Don't think that just because you've been here two years, you can be disrespectful. This is a professional relationship. You need to respect your superiors when you speak."
My fingers dug into the plastic handles of the grocery bag until my knuckles turned white.
When I wanted a raise, we were "family" and I needed to be understanding.