No amount of prep talk, threats, silent treatment, salary cut has remotely has put any sense into the maid’s head.
Laziness, I will do it as slowly as possible at one time, I will flare up the flame when frying fish just to finish frying faster attitude at the other, I don’t care a shit attitude, slipping hygiene habits, the lies has been pissing me off. So much so, I don’t even want to look at her face nowadays.
The boiling point came last weekend. It was not good that the weekend was a long one, given Friday was a public holiday. Did I mentione her stubborness? And that she prefers talking to my husband?
There was once, she stayed back at my parents’. I had one of the most relaxing weekened that week. Breakfast, lunch, snacks, dinner, housework, all were a breeze.
I can’t live like this in my own house because of this bloody woman. What more, I am paying her a salary, a steep one in that. I will have to find a way to control my emotions with this woman, till next March at least. That’s when I can legally transfer her for good!
I am in a conundrum! Stupid maid!
The maid is here maid is here (the start of misery)
Rotting in hell
I could make a kick ass mee goreng mamak at home. The noodles will be wiped off the same day. Every time. When a dear mentor cum colleague was leaving the organisation, another colleague of mine and I decided to bring his favourite food to the office to have a small gathering every day on his last week of work.
The D-day came and it was my turn to make the infamous mee goreng mamak. It was a disaster. The noodles was dry like hell and branch like! I was so disappointed. That was the last time I ever made mee goreng mamak.
Two years later, out of lack of time to cook normal Indian dishes, I grabbed the yellow noodles and some other ingredients on the go. Guess what, I got my groove in making the mee goreng mamak all over again.
- a potluck date is moved just so you could be part of it
- a freaking team building event is moved to accomodate your free time
it is hightime to be thankful that you are much loved and surrounded by good people who value you so much!
I can have as many as 6 pairs of shoes at any given time. What do I do? I would wear the same chosen pair till it wears out! Genius, eh!
I used to do the same for handbags as well. Sanity prevailed, whereby I now make conscious efforts to change those according to needs and events.
Clothes-one good trait of mine is that, I clean my wardrobe quite often nowadays. Note the word in bold. Had to stress that. I give aways clothes that don’t fit. I no longer hold on to the belief that it will fit me one fine day. I don’t see getting myself any thinner anytime soon. So, there it goes.
Have I mentioned how much I suffered after having gone through normal delivery? The without- epidural-normal delivery nearly made me go mad. Being a person who has high resistance to pain, labour pain almost…almost…made me crazy. I swear!
Which idiot said the stitching up is not painful? Really? And the sudden cold shiver? And the process of moving from the labour room to the ward?
The post natal care? The oh shit, will the stitches giveway, if I turn this wayness? Am I moving to fastness? Are my legs far apart resulting in the stitches giving way? It didn’t help the post natal care nurse advised me to take smaller steps when walking even before I intended to move. She went on to add that no anesthetic will be given if restiching necessitated.
If it took me 3 weeks to completely stop post natal bleeding for c-section, it only took longer this time around. Nor did I heal within a month. Constipation one thing. Soreness due to using sanitary pad triggered another set of agony. I had to use cloth instead.
At night, I would have cold shivers. Mom had to apply oinment on my feet and hands to rub them.
The plus point, my own OBGY couldn’t recognise me when I went for my follow up check up post delivery! I know, I have said it once before! 🙂
It is not easy being in a relationship. It takes more than love and commitment. Maybe all that and more.
The smallest things, the smallest acts, the unspoken words make up for more than all the bigger, obvious, publicly known matters.
That smile, that look, that just perfect length and volume of moustache counts more than certain deliberate actions.
It takes a couple to grow onto each other, I guess, to make a relationship work.