"Helped my mother-in-law who was a maid once with a very large mansion in NC. Beautiful house, amazing architecture. They traveled the world all the time. The kitchen had old appliances from the '70s, the wife's bathroom had a broken toilet seat that was duct taped together. The wife did not re-wear her underwear. We were not to go in the basement. I peeked down there, there were clothes three foot deep in the basement where she took off her clothes and just threw them down there. Thousands of pairs of underwear. Very weird people."
"Worked for a beverage distribution place in a very ritzy resort area for a while. Guy's assistant shows up and says he needs a pallet of Evian for his boss' house. No problem. We load it on the truck and drive it up to his house.
After unloading we ask him where he wants it and he leads us into the garage and asks if we can help unload it. So we start downstacking and carry cases of this stuff into what I thought would be the kitchen or pantry. Nope. Straight through the house to the back deck.
He was filling his hot tub with Evian."
"Gosh, where to start?
The wife was driving through the home improvement part of the city and saw a sale on bathtubs. So she popped in and bought three. As she was leaving, she saw another tub she liked and simply had to get that one too. She wasn't renovating a house at the time.
They refuse to throw away food. Used by and best before dates are completely ignored, to the point where I found a tin of seafood marinara which was 15 years out of date.
They have a holiday home in the south pacific and have a housekeeper clean it three times a week yet they only visit 3-4 times a year. When they're not visiting, no one lives there.
When the family goes out for dinner, the father will happily pay for the expensive meals but not the drinks. The kids (who are all teens or older) have to pay him back for the drinks and he will send reminder messages about the amount. Yet when any of the kids offer to pay for the meal, he won't accept.
The wife is a hoarder and will often take way more samples than any normal person. She always makes sure to take all the shampoo/soap etc from hotel rooms and if she passes the housekeeping trolley, will grab as many as she can from there too. Yet she never uses them. They have a whole bathroom cupboard dedicated to samples."
"I delivered furniture to a very rich person's mega-house once only to discover, as we were going from room to room, a few rooms were completely bare and empty. I didn't really register it at first because I figured we would be putting furniture in there with the load we were delivering but that didn't happen and I mentioned to a co-worker how the one room was bigger than my living room and completely bare and he said 'maybe they're getting stuff during another round?' And the guy heard and said 'Nah that room is staying empty - I have no use for it. Same with the others too.' I couldn't really wrap my head around a lot of things after that. First off to be rich enough to afford a house like that, then on top of that, purposefully have parts of your house go completely unused because you don't care about them. Like...why even buy a house that big then? Why overdo it and leave some of it unused? Why not just buy what you need and use it all? Rich people are weird."
"I worked for an insanely wealthy woman in Connecticut, and she was just as crazy as she was rich. She was elderly when I worked for her as a 'personal assistant' - my job was mostly researching the location of the shroud of Christ, yes, the shroud of Christ. She was a devout Catholic and she had a slew of creepy, religious freaks working for her too. She'd call me on speaker phone first thing every morning from her room and I'd have to go through every email (including spam) that she got, took me a few weeks to realize why she was always grunting during our interaction - it was her morning dump routine. She had some sort of skin condition that covered her entire body with open sores that constantly oozed and flaked - it was so bad that her maid changed her sheets 3 times a day, as that's where she conducted most of her business. Besides the strange religious employees, 3 secretaries and maid, her mentally handicapped daughter lived with her mother still and somehow her boyfriend moved in and her mother was tricked into signing the rights to her daughter's boyfriend, so he was there too, and he was also mentally handicapped. One of her workers told me that her daughter was born with one leg shorter than the other, so her mom had her shorter leg amputated and it's what drove her daughter to insanity. Crazy times."
"I worked as a live-in nanny for a young couple and their two kids. The father was 28 and owned his own record label for Mexican artists and easily made $3-$4mil per year. The mother was 26 and was famous on Instagram for flaunting their lavish lifestyle. They lived in a huge house in the middle of the desert probably 30 min outside of the city they designed themselves and it was honestly ridiculous. Each bedroom was so big it echoed and had its own private walk-in closet and ensuite bathroom as well as access to a wrap-around balcony that overlooked the courtyard. It had glass elevators, an indoor koi pond in the entryway, and in the courtyard, they literally had a stage for the live music to perform when they had parties and a covered sitting area big enough to accommodate 30 tables. Their kitchen had a walk-in refrigerator and enough ovens/stoves to run a restaurant. On the roof they had a helipad and the guy owned like 4 helicopters. He had a Maserati, 2 Ferraris (one for his wife and one for him), and a rose-gold Range Rover.
They had parties every weekend. And not just cute, cozy dinner parties - I'm talking 200-300 person, get-so-wasted-you-can-barely-stand parties. Live 'banda' (Mexican music genre) so loud you can't hear yourself think, men in little groups talking strange stuff, women all screaming and laughing gossiping at the table as they bounced babies on their knees, etc. There was one party where the father decided to challenge 3 of his guests to a race behind his house in the desert with his Ferrari and it flipped, but he was fine and was just pissed his car was damaged. There was another where people started jumping from the 2nd story balcony to the pool/fountain in the middle of the courtyard and a guy broke his foot. I always had to attend these parties to watch the kids, get them juice when they said they were thirsty, supervise when they played with other kids, tuck them into bed when it got late and the adults were getting too wild for the kids to see. Every single weekend, the mother and father would fight and get into screaming matches, usually the mother was mad he was making stupid decisions while under the influence (usually correct) and he would insist he was fine and she needed to stop trying to control him. She would go to bed mad, he'd stay up until 6 AM and finally crash then, and the next day they'd be fine like nothing happened.
The mother was a very beautiful, mostly sweet though kind of air-headed girl who had gotten with the father in high school and loved to talk about how she went through highs and lows with him, even when they lived with his parents. She had an affinity for drama and if there was a problem, she was all up in it. She pretended to hate the constant parties but also seemed to love the drama that came with them. She was absurdly glamorous and a had a private makeup artist who did her makeup every day for Instagram and she took him with her on vacations and everything. She had a ridiculous amount of clothes and shoes and would spend easily over $5k maybe every two weeks on shopping. She was SUPER attached to her mom and her mom visited every day as well as her 6 sisters - in fact, the both of them were attached to their families, the father also had his brother, sister, mother and all of his cousins he grew up with at the house daily, they practically lived there. Overall a very ditzy but well-meaning person. The father? Not so much. Apparently, he was a prick before the money, but after it only got worse. Loves partying, loves showing off materialistic things, doing dangerous things, and had no real regard for the well-being of his wife or kids because he assumed they'd be fine with his antics as long as he flung money at them.
The guy wasted an excess amount of money fully staffing his house so he wouldn't have to do anything himself. He claimed it was because he was very busy with work running his label - he'd relax for 2 weeks straight, fly out to Mexico for 2 days, then repeat. Not a very demanding schedule. His staff included 2 cooks, 3 housekeepers, an assistant for the mother and an assistant for him, a nanny (that was me), a planner (the lady that makes their parties happen and plans their vacations and other stuff), and 4 security guards to watch his house. Seriously, he was super paranoid somebody was going to attack his house. Had a full-on security system with intricate locks on every door leading to the outside and security cameras and beefy, burly armed guards walking back and forth around his property.
I worked for them for around 2 1/2 years. It was an easy enough job taking care of the kids as they were both under the age of 6 and were actually pretty well-behaved despite the environment they were growing up in (easy for a child to get spoiled and bratty), just a little girl and boy. Watching all the antics unfold was pretty entertaining, it was like having a front row seat to a real-life soap opera. But in the end, it turned out the security guards were for good reason, because the house ended up getting raided by the police twice on suspicion he was a dealer but never found any evidence, and some men tried breaking into the house and sent death threats. I really don't think he himself was a dealer, he made so much money from his legal business that he didn't need to and he was probably too much of a wuss to do that anyway, but he definitely causally hung out with them and I'm positive they were guests at his parties, and mixing with that just brings problems. I quit after the death threats fiasco because I feared for my own safety. I feel bad for the kids."
"I've only babysat one time and it was for a friend of my grandparents. All I really had to do was hang out with their 8-year-old grandson for a night. Overall it was a pretty cool night. All we did was play 2K and Madden all night so it wasn't bad.
But anyway, this family wasn't like billionaire wealthy, but wealthy enough to where they left me an envelope with $500 in it and told me whatever I don't spend on food, I can keep. Wealthy enough to have sped off in a Maserati for the dinner they were at. Wealthy enough to have a pool, jacuzzi, and nice BBQ builtin to the backyard out back. You get the idea, they were just an old couple with some money, and they were taking their grandson's parents out to dinner one particular night.
Leaving me with $500, I think to myself, I might as well splurge like 30 or 40 bucks on a meal for 2 and pocket the rest. I take the kid outside to my car across the street, which, at the time, was my older brother's 2005 Toyota Corolla.
He gets in, takes a look around, and goes 'Where's the button that moves the roof back?' Sorry kid, no convertible here. He tells me that his parents only have convertible cars and that he's only been in one other car that isn't a convertible, and that 'he isn't my friend anymore.'
I thought that was pretty weird. Throughout the night, he did also make some interesting 'rich kid' comments, such as asking if we could go to a restaurant that had steak on the menu. He revealed an interesting bit about his parents, saying that they keep talking about bringing him a sister when 'the time is right.' Apparently, the kid asked the dad when the right time was and he said when 'mommy stops being afraid.'
I then learned that the kid's mom and dad divorced about a year later. Felt bad. He was a cool kid, didn't really have that crappy spoiled vibe. More like an innocent, curious, steered wrong by his parents vibe."
"Throughout high school, I worked for a guy that was worth over 2 billion (according to the internet) every summer. The very timid rich man would leave every day as I arrived, and I would always be terrified to talk to him, until the first time he initiated a conversation with me and I soon realized he was far more nervous than me, which I found odd. After that, he stopped leaving for work until an hour or two after I arrived. Thought nothing of it, until one day I was close enough to the house to see him and his wife, naked, and while she was fondling his junk they were both just looking out the window at me. And out of denial, I stopped paying attention to the windows as it likely happened for the following 2 years I was there. But at 14-18, it's hard to turn down $1,000 a week - cash. And to be honest, I didn't even mind if they did it every day. Apparently, it was mutually beneficial to everyone involved."
"I was a nanny for a really wealthy family. Their public face was polished and put together. My second day on the job, I noticed that there were really intricate alarms and lock systems on each of the kids' bedroom doors. It turns out the dad was a registered offender. The alarm systems would turn on and lock the kids' doors at 9:30 pm. The mom had to use a special code to open them if the kids needed her during the night. They turned out to be a really messed up family, so I was only a nanny for a year."
"The most bizarre was this newly rich young family in Vienna. The bedtime routine for the kids (aged 3 and 7) included basically a spa treatment for both. I haven't seen that amount of products in a child's bathroom (they each had their own) in my life. The poor 7-year-old girl had next to no hair on her head but I was required to slather her in the most expensive adult shampoo, conditioner, hair mask, hair oil, and some other things I didn't recognize - every night.
They only had one tiny box of toys and time spent playing was set up for 30 minutes after they brushed their teeth. Dinner was normally a bland fish fillet and a ton of salad. Not a grain of sugar anywhere in the house. Hot cocoa was made with skim milk and pure high quality cocoa - no sweetness to it whatsoever, it tasted awful.
They had time to explain EVERYTHING to me the first time I was there and I received an inch thick file with lists and procedures to follow. What they didn't mention was that the older girl was still wearing diapers at night. It made for a very awkward conversation with the child and I only hope I was sensitive enough to not cause her any future trauma."
"My dad is an electrician and has worked in some very rich houses. He did a job in one where the couple only drank very posh fresh coffee. Fair enough, who wouldn't? But they had a cleaner who was permitted one cup of coffee each day, but not their coffee. She had her own separate coffee, but it wasn't even a decent, if cheaper, brand. It was the cheapest possible sort to buy, Asda smartprice instant or something. If a person comes to my flat, whether they are a friend or the plumber, they are a guest and they will drink whatever tea or coffee I drink because I see them as equals. My dad has told me that some of the stingiest people he knows are also the wealthiest."
"During the summer while I was on vacation from college, I helped my mom at her first landscaping/greenhouse job. We went to this particular lady's house in the rich part of town, big Antebellum home, she was a realtor and all that jazz. We called her Dragon Lady because a) she looked like a wrinkly old Dragon and b) she hoarded the most ridiculous jewelry and always wore it, even in her 'pajamas.'
We were taking a job to fix up (replace nice shrubs and flowers that she was just tired of) her backyard. She was a terrible excuse of a human. Mean-spirited, snide comments, the works. But she had an inordinate amount of fresh young men always in and out of her house, like the entire time we were there. Quite the variety. And if we ran into one she always introduced them as her 'cousins' and we were like yeah ok sure you old crusty bag.
She would flounce around in sheer robes with little to cover anything underneath. The guys followed her around the house like they were on a leash, it was like she WANTED us to see her because she was always in her sunroom being doted on by her 'cousins.' Putting lotion on her reptilian skin, bringing her drinks, food, etc.
Then when she was done with them a slick nice Mercedes would pick them up. Man she was weird. And gross. She's probably a fossil by now I guess. She was a relic then and that was only like 7 years ago."
"I'm a male and I used to babysit for people on my street when I was a teenager of about 14 or so. Male babysitters, I found out, were a hot commodity for parents of male kids.
I would play sports and video games with them, not that female babysitters can't, but they tended not to.
One family of 2 boys was rather well off. They had a big house and 2 really nice cars.
The parents bought these kids LITERALLY every toy. The basement rec room was like a Toys r Us store, with half the stuff opened and half still in boxes.
On the first day, I discovered the LEGOS! Tons of it and almost all unopened. I asked the boys why they hadn't played with the legos, and they kinda said, 'We kinda just haven't gotten around to it yet.' Judging by all the toys around, I can believe that.
'Well, we're going to play the HECK out of these legos today!' I said.
We cleared off some space on the coffee table and dumped out every box. We threw the instructions aside and built the biggest space station that 40-odd lego sets can build.
I even came back a couple days when I wasn't working just to build and play LEGOS with the boys. They had a ton of fun and became 'lego maniacs' like me."
"I was a live-in groundskeeper for a wealthy eccentric for a while. He had three cars from old movies in his garage. One was from a Bond film. They were covered in layers of dust and trash. One of them was a convertible that had the top caved in by trash. Awesome cars just totally neglected and forgotten.
He also had a favorite dog kept frozen in a meat cooler, surrounded by decades old frozen food items. I know about this stuff because the garage is where my equipment was. I only saw inside the proper house once (I lived in the keepers housing). It was full of all this crystal, pewter, and silver tableware and decorative stuff. Easily hundreds of thousands of dollars in items just laying around in piles, like a freaking pirate movie.
He was rarely there anyway. Once every three months, he would swing in to pay bills and take care of other stuff, then go back to France where he lived with his wife.
A lesser man than I could've made out like a bandit just taking things here and there, the guy wouldn't have even noticed. I just did my job though. Even improved his property, because the guy before me was lazy."
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"Former nanny for a very wealthy Silicon Valley family. The mom had recently married her new husband when I was hired. Husband was an older, wealthy lawyer and wife was in tech consulting. They were always really kind to me and the kids were good despite having insane privilege. Honestly, the only weird thing was that the parents were addicted to Five Hour Energy and Coke Zero (I assume because they were total workaholics and needed the caffeine). I'd get texts at random hours just begging me to bring over Coke Zero and Five Hour Energy. I'd purchase cases at a time and it would all be gone by the end of the week. The kids didn't touch the stuff, they made sure of it, so I know it was pretty much all the mom and stepdad."
"The family I worked for had a nanny. Youngest daughter forced her nanny to push her around the entire property while she just emitted a high C note. The property was hundreds of acres and they were at it for quite a while. The breadwinner is the husband. Can't say what he does as I believe he wouldn't like that. Either way he was a menace to the trees. Would need work breaks so he'd grab a pole saw and go to town on random trees. Then he'd get bored and tell me to clear the piles he made and 'pretty the trees back up.' This was also their 365 acre weekend home complete with dam-generated power that took them off grid. They had a mansion in the big city, cottage in cottage country, and this property in farm country."
"I was a nanny for an affluent family. They had a beautiful home and nice vehicles and the kids all had lots of toys and new clothes, but while doing laundry one day, I had to take a load of mom's clothes out of the dryer and every single pair of her panties had multiple holes in them. Not like gnaw holes, but 'worn out most tattered panties I've ever seen' holes.
Got curious and looked in her undergarment drawer and this was on par for the course and not just period panties. She was like a major high up in a huge company and her panties looked worse than I would imagine a homeless person wearing."
"My mom first came to Germany as an au pair for a family of 5, the mother was a doctor and the dad was an engineer and they had three teenage boys, they were not insanely rich but my mom grew up in a village in rural Thailand so it was definitely a different dimension for her. She got up every day at 5 to make breakfast for the whole family when one morning, the father comes down the stairs butt naked, followed by the mom, fully nude as well, and the kids who were also wearing nothing. They apparently spend a couple of days like this in the summer, imagine how shocked my mom must have been being a little 21-year-old Asian girl in a foreign country, having to serve a fully naked family..."
"During college, I was a tutor to several kids in a really fancy neighborhood. There were a lot of Bentleys and Ferraris, marble pillars on the garages, botoxed trophy wives etc. The kids were spoiled rotten, but most were nice.
One of the kids collected miniature cannons. He had all of them in his room and proudly showed them to me. I'm talking everything from like 10 cm to 1 m long, easily 50+ of them. Some of them could actually be fired. At our last appointment, he had a little demonstration in the garden. He was 12-13 years old. Mom told me to teach him German, I taught him physics/ballistics on the side."
"Working in insurance, I've been in a couple really rich peoples houses who have had fires.
One is a semi-famous boxer, 2 world championship belts, which he had sitting on his kitchen table. The weird part was, he had pictures of himself hanging all over the house. Not with his kids or his wife in the pictures mind you. Just of him. It was weird.
And another couple full on screamed at their kid because he allowed smoke to get into his trombone case. Not sure how he was supposed to prevent that but whatever. They also lost their minds because the insurance company wouldn't pay to get them brand new 'handmade cabinets imported from Italy.'
One family lived in the middle of nowhere. Huge house, had a hot tub room, every bedroom had a walk-in closet and a bathroom suite, crazy stuff like that. But this guy absolutely loved his four-wheeler. He told me he paid to add an attached garage specifically for his four-wheeler and the four-wheeler was the only thing allowed in the garage."
"Once when I was a nanny, I was housesitting while the family was out of the country. The refrigerator in my apartment broke, so I packed up some perishables and brought them to the family's house to store them until the landlord could fix it. When I brought my groceries back to my place, I realized I had accidentally grabbed something that wasn't mine from the cheese drawer.
It was a gallon ziploc bag. Inside that was a smaller ziploc bag. Inside that was a bundle of wax paper. Inside that was a bundle of plastic wrap. Inside that was another bundle of plastic wrap. Inside that was a bundle of tinfoil. Seven layers deep, I found an old lump of fruitcake."
"I know a lady who's discreetly rich. One of those that unless you knew the more expensive but quiet brands, you wouldn't be able to place her. She would wear designer jewelry sets to the gym. Anyway, her quirk was she liked Costa coffee, so she'd get one a day, drink half of it, let it cool and then put the rest of it in the fridge, and reheat and drink the other half the next day. When she told us that she does this, and we asked her why, she laughed and said: I'm just frugal."
"The family that regularly bought complicated Lego sets for their five-year-old, and then assembled them for him because they were too complicated for a five-year-old, while he looked on and complained they weren't doing it fast enough, and would still receive periodic installments of my pity and contempt. Like, dude: he's not learning anything except that Mommy and Daddy were put on the planet to please him, and he's not actually learning anything from the toys. They also bought the kid new toys once a week or so. I just...I can't with some parents."
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