In Which Insult is Added To Injury

In the previous blog I took you on a journey of a few of the insults paid to me over the last year. There are many more, some even more infuriating than what was mentioned, yet in the face of this most horrible insult even the anger caused by Johannes' Dublin wave eem trite and fickle. Instead of recap the details, I'll post the e-mail I was sent:

Sept. 11
Katja,

It's the 11th!!! Is there a new little brother in the house? Did you and Johannes decide on a name? I hope everything went (or goes) well!

Best wishes!!

Sept. 15
Britta,

Nick Aljoscha was born on september 4th. It is a very intense time right now, with Ben having started school, Julius being jealous of that (!) and the baby here. But everything went perfect, I could go home two hours after having had the baby. Photo attached - he looks just like Ben and Juli :)

Don't take me wrong when asking: Mrs. Spahn said you took 150.- Euro before leaving - did you have a money problem here? you could have asked, we would have gladly helped out!

Hope everything is fine for you and you are glad to be back with your friends!


Katja


Now, read that second one again...do you see it? The accusation of me being a petty thief... as accused by the Cleaning Lady, and not just any cleaning lady, but the one who was hired two weeks before I left. Hmm... could this be a case of, perhaps, the butler did it? And then pointed the finger 9,000 miles away towards the previously employed Au Pair, the person Katja trusted with what should be her most precious possessions, day and night for an entire year?

Now, just like Dane Cook, I've always wanted to be in a heist; a sexy, cool, slic heist involving people that look, act and talk like Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Matt Damon, Don Cheadle, Scott Caan, and Casey Affleck. Do you think such denizes of deviousness peddle around with 150.- euro? NO! They knock over casinos and get away with it, they get their spouses to pose as pregnant movie stars, and they're all ridiculously good looking. They don't get the babysitter to nip cash from a carelssly laid about wallet.

What. the. fuck.

Oh, and the kicker: Katja left town a day before I did, remember? So even if I HAD taken 150.- euro, how the hell would I have gotten it from her wallet... in France?! Unless of course I tapped into the speed force, ran to Les Issambres, stole the money, ran back to Frankfurt to pack my things and subsequently fly to Los Angeles. Yeah, that's it. I tapped into the speed force, made Wally West proud, and giggled in glee at my increased fortune of 150.- euro. No. Sorry. Didn't happen.

Even the fact that Katja has apologized, and informed me:

"I am more than happy to hear about the money. I never thought you were capable of it. This reconfirms our decision to say goodbye to Mrs. Spahn - we have terminated her contract because nothing worked out the way we wanted it. Can't believe she accused you of this. And she just stated it as a fact, not even a suspicion..."

Hardly makes up for this. I mean, when you're already having problems with the new Putzfrau and then she accuses your old Au Pair of theft, well then Ms. Professor of Law and Mr. Corporate Lawyer, let's do a little simple math here...2+2 = 4 you dumbshits. Christ.

So that's that. I, Britta Brown, Previously Employed Au Pair Extraordinaire, am no better than a common thief. Thanks for making me look back upon my time with your family with fond memories Katja.