Where she’s living in my house.
Yep, last September I sent my daughter, the Weird One, off to university in the UK , but the Demon Child returned home in April 2014.
How do I know?
She begged and begged and begged me to get her a summer job at the cafe down the hill, even though she had never worked in a restaurant or coffee shop before. And this was my absolute favourite cafe that I frequent a couple times a week.
Somehow the universe and the stars all aligned and I came through for her; the manager of the coffee shop was an old friend and was looking to hire for the summer. And it’s a 15 minute walk down the hill – I didn’t have to drive her. But the manager soon found a new job and moved on. Meanwhile absolutely everything changed at the cafe and the working environment went totally downhill. For example, the new manager:
forced my daughter to work shifts with people she didn’t like or know
scheduled her for three 8 hour shifts in 3 days thus interfering with her extremely busy social life
she wasn’t allowed to wear Lululemon pants or Uggs!
But this The Terrible Awful Mother told her to suck it up; I shared with her all the lousy summer jobs I’d had over the years and how I frequently worked two or more jobs at the same time so I’d have enough money for university. When those comments didn’t gain any traction, I told her I would cut off her credit card if she quit her job before finding a new one.
In the meantime my sister and I took our parents on a week long cruise to Alaska to celebrate their both turning 80.
Yes it was fantastic, but that’s the subject of another blog. Halfway through the cruise, in a very weak moment, I sent my daughter a text message inquiring how she was.
I should’ve known better.
She texted me back that she had quit her job, and predictably I SAW RED.
When I asked what had happened, she told me that she had a panic attack at work because the environment was toxic and she wasn’t going to let me push her around. She called me names (really, really bad ones) and demanded my support (mentally and financially); I told her to get a grip and figure out a plan to get another job. A few more choice words flew back and forth, culminating in a 1:00 am screaming match on the cell phone. In the middle of the Alaskan Inside Passage. She threatened to leave home and live with friends and I… I said that was fine. She could either stay, apologize and be respectful or go and live elsewhere.
Her parting words to me:
Honestly if something happens to me it’s all on you. And also after this I want NOTHING to do with you.
But the very next text said: Can you please put the money on my credit card. I have no money to eat!!! (despite the fact that I did a humongous food shopping trip just before I left)
And: I found a place on Commercial to stay for the month of August for $300. Can you please chip in.
In the mean time The Demon Child revoked my friend status on Facebook. But hey, it’s important to have your priorities right!