I am a nanny who’s been working and living in the back house (converted garage) for a year and a half. Today I lost all of it because the mother of the household ended her contract when they tried to force her to work full time (she already works crazy/weird hours) and my employers decided to have her stay home with the kids. To say that I’m hurt is an understatement, but I now have to scramble to find a job and housing by January. I didn’t expect them to put me in this position- being reassured that “I’m family” and all. I couldn’t eat waiting on their decision after hearing her contract ended and now that I have their decision all I can do is cry. Being single makes capitalism so difficult. All of the burden is on me. I already get status anxiety about my job title but it’s the most comfortable thing I can find for myself. When things get like this I start thinking that being dead is cheaper. But I keep holding strong under the boot- for what, I don’t know. I hate this place.