OK, half the post is in the title. Whatever.
Remember this? Crystal the caregiver provider from hell was all we had and we were pulling out our hair dealing with her the best way we could. Until I fired her and changed companies because they were understaffed and didn’t have anyone else to fill her spot.
Welcome to my world today. Where, once again we have the same company, (due to a long list of reasons) and we, somehow, I lost my freakin mind and someone should beat me within an inch of my life ended up with Crystal. Again.
She was pregnant with twin boys the first time she was “working” for us. She was in her first trimester and SO incredibly sleepy all the time. Man, I remember that feeling. And I sympathized with her. I really did! But she spent almost every moment she was here either on her cell phone texting her husband and friends or falling asleep. Not to mention the main part of the reason I let her go was her penchant for not showing up or being an hour or so late.
Well, surely things will be better this time, right?
Wrong. She has delivered identical twin boys, and that right there would make me want to slit my throat, but for some reason that has yet to become clear I thought things would be better now that she’s not pregnant anymore.
She showed up here Friday and was a sobbing, soggy mess. She had obviously been crying hard for a while already. I had her come in and sit down and spent about 45 minutes talking to her and helping her get her composure. The VERY LAST THING I needed was her going in and letting on to H about ANYTHING that was upsetting her.
Guess what it was. Go ahead, guess. Never mind, you never will. Crystal who has one month old identical twin boys and another 3 year old at home is pregnant again. She and her husband had been fighting about this latest revelation, though, at that point I don’t really know what there was to fight about. She said her husband had “forced her out of the car at the entrance to the subdivision”, and she walked the rest of the way to my house. She had left her phone in the car and he drove off with it. Yet, somehow she had her charger in her hand and she had thrown it after him as he left. He drove over it and smashed it.
Yes, here, in my little neighborhood of quiet, mostly older people who all know each other’s names and no one ever even speeds. people return misdirected mail directly to you at your door. Along with any escaped dogs.
This is NOT the kind of drama I want or need.
She repeatedly called her house and talked to her SIL over and over and she wouldn’t let her speak to her husband. She was screaming profanities at Crystal over the phone that I could clearly hear just being in the same room with her.
She managed to get herself pulled together and went in after I made it very clear that she wasn’t to tell H anything about this.
I was going to go over to Lisa’s house, but I didn’t feel comfortable leaving at that point so I stayed.
I called the agency today and talked to someone who was very apologetic and they said there will be a new person out tomorrow!
Thank you God.