I have no idea if this is similar but it does remind me of a situation I still look back on with exhaustion, and relief that I finally brought it to an end - about 6 months too late looking back on it!
I had a nanny/ PA whose regular and reliable attendance was a core requirement of the job as I'd just become very ill and could only do a small amount everyday without a direct impact on my health, so needed very responsible people I could rely on (& the pay package reflected that!)... Anyway, on paper and at interview she was perfect, but right from the first couple of weeks she had one 'family emergency' after another, ever more complicated and convoluted, and the explanations so dramatic and concerning, so at first her behaviour was met with understanding no matter the impact all these days off and midnight texts... But after months of this it rather felt like me and my family, and my own work (or at least my reputation at work) were being sucked into this world of high dramatics and constant 'emergencies' which were so very frequent they left no time in between for actual life.
First it was the abusive boyfriend, so much sympathy and lots of incidents, turning up at my house at midnight etc, which never turned into actually taking control and leaving him, just wanting constant sympathy & special treatment eg advances on wages etc. Then it was the evil landlord evicting them (for breaking their contract by having a dog on the premises, and the boyfriend doing damage to the flat)... Then there was the sick sister, who escaped from an inpatient facility and was found in someone's shed carrying a machete... Then there was the sudden deaths of aunt & uncle abroad, in suspicious circs... Then there was the awful meanness of the British gov (?) and the problems in repatriating the bodies which needed lots of money from me somehow (hmmm)... Then there was the terrible illness of the abusive boyfriend which resulted in lots of late night trips to A&E and of course she had to be with him (turned out to be asthma as he refused to take his regular inhaler) ... Then there was the sudden appearance of a nephew in the stories, who was trapped abroad after the aunt /uncle deaths and not being given back to the bosom of his family by the Spanish social services... Then there was the family row in the street as her mother took against the boyfriend (him hitting the dog, not when he hit her daughter apparently), and decided to 'go round there and sort him out' (by fighting, apparently) ... Etc etc etc. ending in missing bodies, two car crashes, and a partridge and a pear tree- Ugh! Makes me knackered and dispirited just thinking about it!
And she got increasingly surly and rude when she could feel a sea change and a thinning of the constant sympathy and a drawing of attention to the needs of her job, and a suggestion that the fully paid time off was not going to continue ... She genuinely thought everyone near her should become part of this crazy life and couldn't understand why her role as a 'victim of circumstance' wasn't being enabled by everyone around her. She couldn't see why anyone would expect her to fulfil her work requirements - even when she made it into work there were constant excuses as to why she wasn't up to doing the basics, with chaos and confusion brought into the role as well.
To her, this was the way she lived so everyone else should just fall in with it... Or... Well I eventually chose the 'or' route and finally terminated her contract.
I had got sucked into trying to work out whether all the stories were actually true or not, and feeling very guilty for even thinking it, whereas it should have been purely about her ability to fulfil the requirements of the job.
Life got SO much better when I didn't have someone's complicated and increasingly shocking dramatics constantly going on!