1720 Do I work for you? I want a raise!

Saucy Scale:  ‘scuse me while I complain for a moment…

I am so sick of people expecting me to be available to act as a personal assistant.  Yes, I am home during the day.  That does not mean that I am your employee free labor source. 

I have a few bosses already.  I work for TBU, Gus, & Mattson.  They keep me pretty busy, actually.

Every once in awhile my dad will have a contractor scheduled to come to the house and he’s heading out on a business trip.  So, I get the call asking me to let the guy in.  I make it perfectly clear that I have no intention hanging out in that not-so-childproof house all day waiting for some plumber, electrician, cleaning lady, etc. to show up.

Sometimes there is a scheduling glitch and they ask me to come over and walk their dog.  Ok, fine.

Now I’ve got my non-friend Munchausen doing it.  Actually, she’s quite proficient in asking all sorts of tasks of me.  The first one was tedious and annoying, but I did it.  I don’t know why, but I did it.  I vowed never to be her servant girl again.

The first time it happened I invited Mr. & Mrs. Munchausen (and Baby Crazycakes) to join us for a super fun afternoon at Baby Loves Disco in Chicago.  Somehow Munchausen forgot how to walk or drive to a Ticketmaster in order to procur their tickets.  She somehow talked me into going back to the mall to stand in line and pay for their tickets using my credit card.

When it came time to head to the city for the actual event, she was suddenly unsure of her city driving skills and talked us into carpooling.  Only, she didn’t want directions to my house.  She wanted us to drive to her house to pick them up (Mr. Munchausen declined our playdate, but that’s a different story).  I was already pretty fed up with her crap & held my ground – we were happy to have them join us, but we were not going to drive 30+ minutes out of our way to pick her up.  When she finally arrived, she expected TBU to move Baby Crazycakes’ car seat from their car to our minivan.

TBU drove us all down in a rather nasty snowstorm.  He found us a parking lot as close as possible to the event.  When Munchausen prepared to pay me for their tickets, she did not take into account the RIDICULOUS Ticketmaster fees (yeah, the ones I’d already added up for her in advance & mentioned to her several times).  She barely offered to pay for half the parking fees.  We drove OUR van, used OUR gas, almost got screwed out of our Ticketmaster reimbursement & she wasn’t even gonna pay for half the Parking bill (of $20)?  Hell, if she’s as wealthy as she likes to brag about, she should’ve been offering to pay 100% of the parking fee, right?  It’s what I would’ve done if the situation was reversed!

After that stupid fiasco, I knew that we were destined to never really be friends.  However, she’s kind of pathetic & I feel sorry for her.  (More of this story at a later time…)

She continually pulls these little stunts with me.  I’m hip to her crap & I’m not gonna fall for it.  Actually, I anticipate it.  I plan for it.

We took the kids out for a playdate earlier this week.  She happened to mention that she’s in a bind next fall regarding Baby Crazycakes’ nursery school.  Apparently the uber hoity nursery school has a strict potty training rule.  Her kid ain’t gonna make the grade by the start of the school year.  My first suggestion to her was to get on the ball and get her registered with another school ASAP so that she wasn’t left without a spot at any school.

I thought about Munchausen’s plight and I asked another friend of mine about the school where her son will be attending in the fall (b/c I remembered her saying that there was no potty training requirement).  I even went so far as to get the phone number for the school.

When I called Munchausen’s voicemail, I told her what I knew: "It’s in your school district.  There is no potty training requirement.  The name of the school.  Not the street address, but the street name & general location.  The phone number."  [I even made sure that I "namedropped" the name of the hoity suddivision where my friend Amy lives so that she would know it wasn’t a "low-rent" school/school district – something I know is important to Mr. & Mrs. Munchausen (*whatever*).]  I told her to call the school for more info.

That biotch called me back and left me a message (once again taking the opportunity to brag about her IPhone and brand new Lexus SUV in a single sentence) asking me to call her back with:

1. The School Name
2. The exact street address
3. The phone number (b/c her IPhone automatically deletes my messages apparently – and no, I’m not kidding about that) 
4. The school district or is it a private school?
5. What are the fees?

What the heck to I look like?  I am not your secretary!

I called her voicemail back and told her that I was racing home to get the kids to bed in time for their naps & so I would not be able to do any research for her.  For the third  (AND FINAL!) time I repeated all the info that I had for her.  I told her to either call the school directly for their info or to look in the phone book for the phone number to the school district where they could probably help her.

We’re both SAHM.  I have 2 small children, daylong morning sickness w/ a side of exhaustion.  She is in charge of Baby Crazycakes.  What gives her the idea that I have time to spare working for her?

By the time I pulled in the driveway, I was freaking furious!  I am long overdue writing about The Adventures of Munchausen!  She’s seriously whacko.

I am in need of a nap.