T and Trouble

Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy
It makes me crazy when people wear their shoes in my house. What habit/act drives you crazy? How do you prevent it from happening?

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Maids drive me crazy. I am willing to die with work, rather than keep a maid. I have a bag full of horror stories. My birth country, Pakistan is cheaper than US, and you can have as many servants, as you want.

This is one story about a maid called Tasneem. She was twenty four years old. My husband R got her from his village. I needed help in cleaning my large house. She got a handsome pay from R, and her parents got a piece of our land, and servant quarters to live in.

This girl lived with us. I was adamant after her, never to get one from the village.

Whenever she wanted to go on leave, she never asked me for it. She would go over my head to my husband. He would say yes to her. If she had asked for three days leave, she would stay away for a week. It was her own sweet will.

Her cleaning also needed checking. I would wake up to the dust accumulating on furniture, carpets, and floors. The bathrooms got dirtier day by day, full of fungus. I always cleaned my own bathroom and bedroom.
With her around, I went through three vacuum cleaners, one after the other.
I would clean a bathroom to show her, how it was done. After fifteen days it was back to ground zero.

I did the cooking myself. I only asked her help in it, if I was with guests or going out. What help I required? Only turning of the gas. She never did so in time. The four occasions I asked, left the food, a charred mess.

Glasses and plates, broke into pieces routinely in her hands. Sometimes I came to know only, when I needed them. This piled extra work on me. Fearing she would break my cherished pieces of crockery. I would wash them myself.

When she went on leave, she would take the new clothes with her. She would leave them with her mother and come back in tatters. She was the same size as me. So , I started giving her my clothes and sandals.

The thing which was unforgivable was, that she started making passes at R. He was very good looking, although her father’s age. The miss, after she had her tonsils operation, (at our cost) decided to have a go at him. Little lies about me would be told to R, when I wasn’t around. I am a soul, who never thinks bad of other people, till it’s proven otherwise. I was never the wiser to her game.

Thanks to Lala, (my elder brother) he opened my eyes to her, and what she was upto.

It was good bye to her and her wiles. Even now, after remembering her, my heart pains in anger.

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T and Trouble

24 thoughts on “T and Trouble”

      1. I don’t blame you. My parents were obsessively neat. We had a cleaning lady that came once a week, but my parents made me clean my room before she came so she wouldn’t see how messy I was! I’m neat now. 🙂

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  1. I dont like this Maid system in Pak,And they do clean house,and some of them will clean house in such a way that along with the dust your goods will be gone to 😛 expert in cleaning

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  2. Identified with this post so much!

    I have a strict rule against shoes in my home. I had a friend who showed up for a dinner party explaining her husband had refused to come because it was ridiculous to have to take off his shoes. That he never planned on stepping foot in our home again. A half hour later he was at the door, holding his shoes in his hand. Seems he was thinking about what I may be serving as the menu and changed his mind.

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