The Other Half, And Me

I have a great job, so in no way am I complaining, but being a nanny for a wealthy little girl defiantly puts me in places I normally would not be. One of these places is the Denver Country Club, now there is nothing wrong with spending my workday swimming with my son and the girl I watch, but I would advise all nannies to avoid conversation with the "locals" there. For example.... this happened 4 years ago, but I still remember this lady, and to this day I avoid her evil stares. I was at the club swimming with the little girl I watch, Hannah {this was before Max was added to the picture} We were headed to order some lunch and she must have stepped on something sharp because all of the sudden her foot was bleeding. We were pretty close to the locker rooms so I rushed her that way to clean off her foot and inspect the damage. As I mentioned she was bleeding, so yes, I am sure she had left some little blood trails in the locker room {tile floor} as we came in. I sat her down and started cleaning off her foot. I could feel an evil stare and as I turned my head there it was, Barbie was mad, she looked at me with her very set expression and said "are you going to clean this up?" HA, what? I am trying to see if she is okay and find the source of bleeding and you are worried about the tile floor in this outdoor locker room??? That by the way I would expect to be much nicer for what you are paying each month. Well, yes, she did seem to expect an answer, so I said "No" plain and simple, I figured she'd understand, but no, she did not, she keeps staring and says "as her nanny it is your JOB to clean that up".... okay Barbie..... now, first off, you are just assuming I'm the nanny, second, I am sure the country club maid that I see in here like every hour will take care of this, now please leave me alone. After I had gotten a bandaid on Hannah's toe, I look to see these awful blood trails she must have made for Barbie to be so upset. Wow, next to nothing, little tiny toe prints of blood were dotted throughout the entrance of the locker room..... Barbie had left after I stayed silent long enough, but she was still at the pool, and oh did she have some looks to give me. So I am not saying that all these rich lady's are awful, but I am yet to have a friendly encounter with a lady at the club yet. More recently I was at the pool with Hannah and Max, Hannah was off at the high dive, and I was with Max in the baby pool, as Max was playing with his cars another little boy hopped in and along came his Grandma..... I knew this was a conversation I didn't want to have just looking at her outfit. She tried to smile as she asked how old Max was, I said two, she then asked me if I was his babysitter..... okay, side note, I am a nanny, I hate being called a babysitter, I'm not 16, and I'll be around for years. Anyway, after I tell her no , he is mine, she gives me a nasty look and with a nastier voice says " Aren't you a bit young?" The way she said it was so mean I was caught off guard and I was once again not able to come up with a clever comeback, so I just said "No" Her grandson went off to his swim lessons and she gave me mean looks the rest of the afternoon. Ugg, well as these people worry about sparkling tiles in the locker room and the age of Mothers, I am thinking of clever little cheap crafts and projects for my son, budget meals for the family, when will I get to that pile of laundry?? It must be so hard to be rich..... they truly have to create things to create drama about, or to judge people on, just to keep there minds busy. Well, I am fine keeping my mind busy on real life, I think it suits me just fine.