Cleaning Ladies or NOT
My dream of having a cleaning lady was short lived.
Here I was thinking it would solve all my problems, and it did not. First off, she was weird and she brought another weirdo with her. Weird how, you ask? Well, let's put it this way, I wouldn't be surprised if she lived in a trailer, had 100 cats, and bit the caps off of her Budweisers before she drank them.
It went like this:
9a.m. no one is a ringing my bell
9:05 my phone is ringing, it is my saviour asking for directions and telling me she's going to be late, only she has a raspy voice, reminding me of Marge Simpson's sisters. Both of them.
9:15 she pulls up in a beat up old car, gets out, is not wearing shoes, is overweight, has a moustache and is screaming, "sorry we are late, my mom's cat had to go the ER last night and we were there with her, so it's been a rough night and it's not like we were drinking or anything"... good thing she threw that in there because from the looks of them, it did look like they were out all night drinking, and lost their shoes!
The "other" one with her is equally as weird and equally barefoot. They must have been reviewing my stats on the way because she knew my last name and she asks if we are Irish. At this point, we are at my front door and my husband is there.
I look at him and he answers "yes" and then the "other" one says "oh, I just got my Irish Tat" (Tat= tatoo) and she turns around and shows us a big Rose that says something or other about being Irish underneath it.
My husband looks uncomfortable. I feel uncomfortable. I instanlty know I will never have them back and my cleaning lady dream is over. But, they are here now, so let's make the best of it.
I realize I don't want them
a--out of my site or
b--near anything valuable, so the two of us kind of "watch them" as they begin cleaning. I am not up for the small talk she thinks we have to make and the conversations were about how nice it must be to have your own home, how absolutely adorable my daughter is, and the weather.
The comments about my daughter were creeping me out. These two look like the kind of people who would come back, kidnap her and sell her on the black market.
I decide I should maybe drop a hint about getting a home invasion alarm, but then quickly decide against it becuase that would just be too weird.
I am now counting the minutes until they are gone, and my goodness, how happy I was when they left. I quickly assessed their work and it was mediocre at best.
11:15 Cleaning lady dream is O-V-E-R.
Here I was thinking it would solve all my problems, and it did not. First off, she was weird and she brought another weirdo with her. Weird how, you ask? Well, let's put it this way, I wouldn't be surprised if she lived in a trailer, had 100 cats, and bit the caps off of her Budweisers before she drank them.
It went like this:
9a.m. no one is a ringing my bell
9:05 my phone is ringing, it is my saviour asking for directions and telling me she's going to be late, only she has a raspy voice, reminding me of Marge Simpson's sisters. Both of them.
9:15 she pulls up in a beat up old car, gets out, is not wearing shoes, is overweight, has a moustache and is screaming, "sorry we are late, my mom's cat had to go the ER last night and we were there with her, so it's been a rough night and it's not like we were drinking or anything"... good thing she threw that in there because from the looks of them, it did look like they were out all night drinking, and lost their shoes!
The "other" one with her is equally as weird and equally barefoot. They must have been reviewing my stats on the way because she knew my last name and she asks if we are Irish. At this point, we are at my front door and my husband is there.
I look at him and he answers "yes" and then the "other" one says "oh, I just got my Irish Tat" (Tat= tatoo) and she turns around and shows us a big Rose that says something or other about being Irish underneath it.
My husband looks uncomfortable. I feel uncomfortable. I instanlty know I will never have them back and my cleaning lady dream is over. But, they are here now, so let's make the best of it.
I realize I don't want them
a--out of my site or
b--near anything valuable, so the two of us kind of "watch them" as they begin cleaning. I am not up for the small talk she thinks we have to make and the conversations were about how nice it must be to have your own home, how absolutely adorable my daughter is, and the weather.
The comments about my daughter were creeping me out. These two look like the kind of people who would come back, kidnap her and sell her on the black market.
I decide I should maybe drop a hint about getting a home invasion alarm, but then quickly decide against it becuase that would just be too weird.
I am now counting the minutes until they are gone, and my goodness, how happy I was when they left. I quickly assessed their work and it was mediocre at best.
11:15 Cleaning lady dream is O-V-E-R.
posted by Jennifer at 11:48 AM
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