When Elana* used to do overnight stays in her nannying job, there was one particularly wealthy mother who would request that she sleep on a tiny, hard sofa downstairs in the kitchen, next to the cat litter. Just to make sure Elana didn’t develop any delusions of grandeur, the mother also locked her bedroom when she went away on business, so Elana had no choice but to sleep in her servant’s quarters-style makeshift bed.
Then, one day, Elana decided she was done. She found the hidden key, slept overnight in the mother’s bed, and left it unmade the next day for when she returned home. “I never looked back,” Elana said.
