For ten vacation days and….
I got six sick days.
Clarification that I did not have the last time I negotiated with the family I work for.
I get the sick days, six, to be actually sick.
I never get sick.
But I do have accidents.
And doctors appointments.
Which reminds me, note to self, my Healthy San Francisco expires this month and I either need to re-up or look at Medical or Obama Care.
I haven’t experience with either, but they are true health insurance from what I can gather and Healthy SF technically is not health insurance, although, really, it feels just like it.
Suffice to say, I am not going to be covered either way here in a matter of days and it’s time to get aboard that boat now.
“Girl, you have some loose boundaries around your money,” my person said to me tonight with a fierce look in his blue eyes.
I really do.
But I am learning and also, to give myself some credit, all this stuff is really new for me.
Despite having been a nanny on my own, sans agency, for a long time, it still takes time for me to figure out everything I need and to than go forward and ask for it as an independent contractor.
That’s what I am in a sense.
I am self-employed, but I have contracts.
I have learned that having a contact brings clarity.
Last night when I realized that I needed some more clarity I took it upon myself to reach out to the family and discuss the next step in our figuring out how to best move forward.
I got great clarity and I am grateful.
I did not get a raise.
I got a raise.
It just doesn’t look exactly how I expected it to look.
I am not getting an hourly increase.
I am sustaining my current benefits despite working less.
35 hours a week when I am not in school.
28 hours a week when I am in school.
With some flexibility to add or subtract.
Like next week the boys have off for Columbus Day.
They actually have Columbus Day and the day after off.
Who the hell gets Columbus Day off?
I don’t remember this as a kid, but the school is a private school and it seems that they have a lot more holidays than I ever remember having.
Next Monday I will work 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. as well as Tuesday.
This is a big shift for me since school started for me and the boys relatively at the same time and I have been working 1 p.m. to 8 p.m. for the family.
I go in at 1 p.m. clean up the breakfast stuff, unload the dishwasher, tidy up, do the boys laundry, recycle, compost, trash, prep snacks, meal plan with the mom, go grocery shopping and marketing, mail stuff, pick up stuff, run errands, make dinner.
Then the boys come home at 3 p.m. and we have our afternoon together, then dinner, baths, then bed time when the parents take over.
Although both mom and dad work out of the office at home, so there is much interaction with the parents.
It took me a little while to get used to that, I’ve typically worked for families that were working away from home, but there’s been enough exception to that rule that when it presented with this family I was not completely unprepared for what that entailed.
But I can handle the shifting hours and it does make it possible to see my person again next week who I normally would not have been able to do.
God it was good to see him.
Those twinkling eyes.
Those wise words.
The shared experience.
And a person that I am genuinely myself with, no masks, no hiding, even when I want to hide, I can’t and I am grateful for his love and guidance and I don’t know how I would have gotten through the last year and a half without him.
I digress in gratitude.
Which for digression is not a bad thing.
We talked about the process of asking for clarity, of what it was like for me to ask for the raise, what it has been like being aware of what I need, also the acknowledgement of how I am moving forward completely above-board and all my tax stuff is transparent and how grateful I am for that.
Frankly, it’s a relief.
I still have fear of getting audited for years that I worked under the table as a nanny.
Be that as it may, I needed to do it that way to get by.
I couldn’t have lived in San Francisco had I not.
I have no regrets about it.
But I do have a choice now to stay in the clear and what with school and financial aid, it just feels right.
Needless to say.
It’s called being an adult.
It’s taken me awhile to grow up and grow towards my financial ideal.
I am still short.
I have come so far.
When I think about the lack of guidance I had in money matters growing up, how lacking my family of origin experience was in regards to financial knowledge, despite watching my mother and step-father have hair pulling, knock down, drag out fights, with tables that got flipped over in the dining room, over the monthly budget, I never learned how to handle my finances.
I’ve learned most of what I know in this last decade.
I really have grown up.
There’s still plenty of growth.
I will acknowledge the growth that has happened now.
I accepted the package the family proposed.
I stay at my current hourly.
I get all the perks that I had before when I was working full-time.
I still get the same vacation days!
Which is awesome.
As in I get Thanksgiving and the day after Thanksgiving off.
Hello four-day weekend!
I also get the 23rd-25th of December off for Christmas.
Five day weekend!
I could actually make some travel plans.
I accrue my vacation days the same way, which means, I get the same ten I got last year and I still get the six sick days, which I now know to actually use when I get sick or need time off for doctors appointments, etc.
I’m getting full-time benefits without working full-time.
This is a really nice perk.
We will follow-up with a review at the end of the year where the family has agreed to look at giving a raise at that time and negotiating moving forward from there.
I think it’s a win.
I certainly learned a lot about myself and my process and I am very proud of myself for the work I did.
Albeit I could have done without the unnecessary drama I brought on myself through anxiety and miscommunication about my vacation days and sick days.
There’s always more to do.
But I have to acknowledge the work I did too.
That’s a part of it all as well.
Grateful for the experience.
Even when it was painful.
They say pain is the touchstone of spiritual growth.
I can second that opinion.
And raise my sick days to that notion.
Plus a couple of long delicious weekends in the not so distant future.