Leanne, 38, has found a way to treat herself at work
So sorry!’ came Nicole’s voice down the line. ‘Lunch has overrun, I’ll be there by half past.’
‘No worries,’ I mumbled. There was no point arguing, she wouldn’t appear any sooner, and I didn’t want to lose my job.
Working as a child carer for Nicole, I looked after her kids, Charlie, three, and Emmy, 18 months, while she ran her marketing business.
After dropping my girls, Hayleigh, 14, and Casey, six, at school, I’d drive over to Nicole’s. I was meant to give Charlie and Emmy the lunch Nicole had prepared, and keep the kitchen and lounge looking tidy.
But I couldn’t help feeling Nicole was starting to ask too much. As she was often late, I’d have to ask a grumpy Hayleigh to pick up Casey or leave her waiting for me at school.
Nicole had also stopped making the kids’ lunches.
‘I didn’t have a chance,’ she’d say, sweeping out of the house. ‘There’s loads of tomatoes in the fridge, could you make them some pasta and sauce?’
The food had to be organic and home-made – a good old Vegemite sandwich would never do. So I’d find myself over the stove.
‘If she spent less time on her hair she might manage to find a saucepan,’ I muttered to myself.
With perfectly curled locks and flawless make-up, Nicole always looked immaculate.
At 3.35pm, she breezed in.
‘Sorry!’ she said. She was always sorry.
‘No worries,’ I said. ‘It’s just Casey finishes school at 3.30pm…’
‘Oh no!’ she said. ‘You should have told me.’
I have, I thought through gritted teeth.
‘Actually, I’ve been thinking,’ she said as I rushed to get my shoes on. ‘You do such a fab job with the house, would you mind giving the bathroom a quick wipe tomorrow?’
There was no time to argue.
‘Sure!’ I shouted, halfway out the door.
My hubby Pete and I really needed the money, so I couldn’t afford to lose the job.
The next day, I had
Nicole’s ensuite gleaming.
Catching sight of my tired face in the mirrored cabinet, I couldn’t help wondering what fancy lotions and potions she kept in there.
Wow! I thought, opening the door. There were heaps of moisturisers, facial sprays, and serums.
Intrigued, I opened up a barely used jar of anti-ageing eye stuff promising miracles.
Well, she’s not paying me any extra for this bathroom, I reasoned, skimming some lotion off the top and rubbing it around my eyes.
After that, I couldn’t help giving my skin a little treat every day.
She’ll never notice, I thought, tucking it away at the back of the shelf.
Pretty soon though, the pot was definitely looking a little
Doubts set in. What if she found out? Did I want to end up sacked because of an overpriced face cream? That’s when I had an idea. On my next trip to the supermarket, I picked up a cheap brand of moisturiser and took it to work.
Smells good, I thought, as I squeezed it into the nearly empty pot.
The truth is most of Nicole’s cabinet is now $3 cream in fancy pots.
And, putting it on her face for months, she’s none the wiser.
Nicole might be a terrible boss, but at least my skin is looking good!
What if I was found out? Did I want to end up sacked?