I can't help noticing that my cleaning lady doesn't do a very good job anymore. Before she comes, I might catch sight of dust bunnies or pieces of toys or stray Froot Loops somewhere, and they're still there after she leaves. She never wipes out my refrigerator shelves anymore. Corners, baseboards, doors, etc.—ignored. Trash sometimes taken out, sometimes not. But of course I can't say anything to her or fire her, so I have to wait until she dies. She's only 50. Sigh.
So imagine my surprise when I went to get dressed today and discovered that she had found time yesterday to organize my underwear drawer! I didn't even know she knew where my underwear drawer was, let alone cared about how it looked! She wrapped every single pair into a tiny little envelope-like bundle, then arranged them in rows, all by color! Black over here, pink in the middle, tan over there, etc.
Yes, I took a photo. No, you can't see it.
I'm not so sure I'd want my cleaning lady futzing around with my chonks. That's borderline creepy! Heh!
Posted by: mac | March 30, 2007 at 02:27 PM
That is kind of strange. Are you sure it wasn't Julie??
Posted by: Brooke | March 30, 2007 at 02:47 PM
Ummm... fired. 'nuff said.
Posted by: Loren | March 30, 2007 at 04:48 PM
Explain to me why you can't say anything or fire her?
Also explain to me why it doesn't CREEP YOU OUT that a stranger hired to wipe down your countertops was fondling your lingerie??
Posted by: Mir | March 31, 2007 at 08:03 AM
OK, first off, I can't confront anyone about anything.
Second, she's not a stranger. We've had her for years. I've even left my kids with her on occasion. And this had to be as far from fondling as imaginable -- you can't imagine how tight and neat and obsessively arranged these bundles were.
That's my story, and I'm sticking with it. ;-)
Posted by: Karen | March 31, 2007 at 10:12 AM
Hmm..I kept waiting to read " I can't fire her because she's my sister, mother, ..whatever. I don't get it.
Posted by: Rae | March 31, 2007 at 02:33 PM
No, I'm just a wuss.
Posted by: Karen | March 31, 2007 at 02:35 PM
"She's my sister... my mother... my sister... my mother..."
Forget it, Karen. It's Cleaningladytown.
(fade out...)
Posted by: TwoBusy | April 02, 2007 at 09:43 AM
TwoBusy: mwahahahaha! Good one.
Karen: I totally understand your wussitude. I can't confront anyone about anything either.
Posted by: Janeen | April 02, 2007 at 07:23 PM