'Kin hell!
Times have changed...I worked as a weird combination of 'family help'/housekeeper/PA/researcher/cook/driver for an English family for six months when I was 17 and barely out of school, on a small Spanish island about 20 years ago.
My day started at around 6.30am, when I got up to see to the six-year-old Spawn of Satan (no, really, he was), cooked breakfast for the family, served it on the terrace, then worked from 9am-4pm for the father, who was an Oxford academic.
I then went shopping, came home, prepared and served dinner for 7.30pm, cleared up and my day was technically over (unless the Spawn of Satan woke me up during the night, as was his wont, because his parents paid no attention to him). In between times, I cleaned the house, tidied the terraces (fortunately, there was a gardener, so I didn't have to do that) and dealt with visitors.
I didn't have days off per se, but if ever the family had 'company', I was expected to serve drinks and nibbles and then bugger off (unless anybody needed lifted and/or laid before or after, in which case I had to drive, which meant I might be hanging around 'til 1am or so.
Looking back now, it was tantamount to slave labour, and you'd NEVER get away with doing that to somebody now. For what it's worth, they were utterly toxic - like something out of Brideshead Revisited - and I actually took quite a lot of joy in discovering, some years later, that he had lost his post at Oxford for 'complicated reasons'.
Anyway, apologies for the derailment, but your AP isn't doing even the bare minimum (at 24! I thought she was 17/18, first time away form home etc). Get shot and to hell with second chances.