That moment when you spend an hour yesterday (of my free time) cooking spanish omelettes so you can have dinner at least two days this week, and 30 hours later, you go downstairs to eat one and... they’ve disappeared, your host father has given it to the kids (who doesn’t even really like). Angry doesn’t even start to describe my feelings right now.
#au pair#au pair life#i'm so fucking done with the food situation#like i've worked 8 hours today (tomorrow 8 more and thursday 8 more) non stop#i'm tired and starving and i just wanted to eat the food i cooked for myself yesterday#I GET IT it's your food and your fridge#but if you haven't cook it and it hasn't been offered to you the LEAST you could do is fucking ask