Central Park

To make it in New York, you need a lucky break or two.

And I really, really, need a little luck. So when I land a new job as a nanny, I take it as a sign that my leap of faith move to New York is finally paying off.

Until I show up for my first day only to discover there’s no baby.

That’s right.

Due to a mix-up, I’ve been hired as a nanny and placed with… a childless bachelor. A childless bachelor who seems to think this entire situation is amusing.

Trust me, I’m not amused. I’m broke.

And I’m keeping this job, baby or not.