I saw this post today about nannies and social media on Care.com, which is the site where I found my nanny. While I intended this blog to focus on the property damage my nanny caused, there were other issues too I feel compelled to mention, such as the fact she was constantly texting while on the job, Tweeting and posting updates to Facebook, checking into Foursquare, and posting pics of my son on Instagram and everywhere on social media sites.
While I think its great she enjoyed my son and her job enough to want to share it with the world, I know I personally would ask the parents for permission or at least think twice before I posted pics of their child, which she did not.
It was on the advice of Care.com in a e-newsletter that I checked up on my nanny online. That’s when I found out all sorts of things about my nanny I never knew. First, she was blogging about having bipolar disorder, which is something she had never disclosed to us. That explained the days where she didn’t get out of bed preceded by her “up” days of unbridled exuberance for everything from fake bacon to footie pajamas.
I also learned that after a few months working for us she was planning on leaving our employ and seeking a new place to live. That’s all fine, except she promised to work for us one year, as we told her we wanted consistency in our son’s life and we needed a year’s commitment, which she assured us she was prepared to give.
She also had a multitude of complaints about her living situation, which she had never expressed to us. She Tweeting things like, “So burned out. Having a horrible stressful day, need to find a new job and living situation fast,” I’m paraphrasing, but that was the idea. Please. She worked 3-5 hours a day, going to the park, playing with my son at the house, going to museums with him, etc. Her rent, expenses, groceries, etc, were paid for, and she had no responsibilities around the house. Can’t wait to hear what she posts when she has a real job with real pressures. Actually, I don’t care what she has to say. Since she left I have not checked up on her posts, and I really don’t give a darn about her personally — but I am livid about the shape she left my house in, and how she left, which I will get to.
The bigger issues was that I saw she was posting all sorts of information about my family, videos of her in my house, and the clincher, Tweets WHILE SHE WAS DRIVING my son to school. She also posted a pics of a strange man sleeping on my couch on a weekend my family was at Disneyland, and she did not have permission to have guests in the house while we were away.
When I discovered she was Tweeting while driving with my son, that was it. She was already leaving by then, but it made me have a whole different feeling about her and her regard for my son’s safety and my family’s privacy.
Good riddance Samantha, but first, let me show you the condition she left her room in at my house before she ran out in a hurry without a goodbye. Once I saw the room, I realized why she had to run.