Quitting before you even start

So, some of you faithful readers :-) know that I have been looking for a caregiver. We have gone through multiple routes and finally decided on a woman coming into our home. We have completed police checks, reference checks and gone through an agency. While no-one can predict the future, she looks like a good fit for our family. Her nickname is even "banana" shamelessly unprofessional UNLESS you are a nanny.

So today was to be her first day. She was supposed to start at 7:30 am and shadow my current caregiver to get an understanding of school times, bus times, preferences, etc. And that is how the story begins.

I work early, you see. This morning, I had left the house by 6:10 and was given the responsibility of calling at 7 am to wake the house up. I was busy and did not get to the call until 6:20, when I got the voicemail. It seems that "banana" arrived early for her first day. Very keen. Unless your spouse (who I might add is 6'1'' and a big guy) thinks it is your sister and runs down the stairs to the door wearing his wife's fuzzy purple robe. Short, fuzzy, purple robe.

But wait, there's more.

My darling sister, who is my current caregiver, had another morning with car problems. While she is supposed to arrive at 7:30, I spoke to her at 7:25 and told her to get in a taxi pronto, since her car had not started. I now have a strange (and probably nervous) woman in my house with no-one else awake and a naked husband.

So, my new caregiver - I will call her that since she has not yet given me notice - had to jump in with two feet today. The look on her face when I got home said it all.

I am calling another agency now, just in case. And I think I will enter "sense of humour" as a necessary dominant trait.