So, I used to want to be a child caregiver (please donāt ask I donāt know what brain tumor made me think that up)⦠And I had a half-year internship planned at a daycare that I stopped after two months (thank god). Reason? The children were assholes. Legit assholes. I have so many stories to tell about these bastards but Iāll go with the one that made me quit altogether in the first place:
There was this little girl. I think she was five. She was already super high maintenance. You know, spoiled brat type. Always wanted to be right. And boy did I feel that that day. Iāll call her Priscilla. Idk her name anymore but she feels like a Priscilla.
One of my tasks was to sometimes play along with the kids. Play board games and such.
There was one game that had four pieces for every player in total. So I picked them all up for every child playing. This is when Priscilla sits up and yells in the typical gasping and stumbling child voice: āWe- gasp We- we only- gasp Miss (insert name of other caregiver) said- she- gasp she said-ā
āShe said we only play with TWO piecesā¦ā
So I went: āOh, well I just learned it with four. Letās play with two then :)ā
Not even argumentative or looking for a fight. Just accepting her, yk? But noo.
Priscilla goes: āNo!! We play with only TWO!!ā
Me: āY-yes?⦠I told you we will play with two.ā
Priscilla: āWe always play with two. pieces.ā
Priscilla: āIām getting Miss (Caregiver)ā
Then one of my coworkers shows up and says āYeah we always play with two since its faster and simpler.ā And Priscilla crosses her arms and does that happy hmph noise and pouts.
So I just break. āi said we play with two i said we didā
I went home early that day. I had a breakdown. Legit. Fuck you, Priscilla :)