So I just got home from an intentionally long morning out. You see, today was the day my once a month housecleaner was scheduled to come. It's a luxury turned necessity. And when I say necessity, I mean NECESSITY. This morning I was up early (shocker!) washing sheets, NOT cleaning the borderline disgusting toilets (the last week before she comes I get very... shall we say... lax? on the condition of the toilets), writing her check and dreaming of what my magic will transpire in my house within mere hours. I SO look forward to this day each month. It stays clean for at least 10 minutes!!
She didn't show.
She's not answering her phone. When I walked in to a house exactly the way I had left it (ahem, not so pretty as I've finally stopped cleaning for the cleaners), I was glowering, thinking "SHE HAD BETTER BE DEAD ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD." And then the sane part of my brain kicks in and I think, "Oh no, maybe she's dead on the side of the road!" I still don't know whether she's dead on the side of the road. She'd better be. Wait, sane person, come back!!
Me and John McCain. Bonded together forever through mammoth disappointments.
(Please don't be dead on the side of the road.)
Edited to add: She's not dead on the side of the road.
9 comments:
well not dead, because then you would have to find a new house cleaner. Mayber a little injured, so she atleast has an excuse!
That had to be quite annoying, to say the least... did you enjoy breakfast, though?
Arrgghh! How upsetting! I hope she had some kind of an excuse.
I also hope that you enjoyed your long morning out - you deserve a break!
Ooops. My comment on next post actually belongs here....so, yeh, like I said, she decided to come to my house instead, but ran for her life once she saw the inside! : ) I have longed, I mean longed, for a cleaning lady. I'z it!!!
She didn't even call? WTH? I'd fire her ass and get a new cleaner.
I miss having a cleaning lady. Ours was sentenced (just yesterday) to one year in prison for her little romp through my jewelry box.
Well, what happened?
I hate when that happens. Ruins my whole day!
L:nked on to you from Kathy's blog. Loved this post and your sense of humor.
Susan
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