Doesn’t it usually claim the heights of sanity you are bestowed with when you deal with people who think you are actually nuts? Have I made it sound complicated? It IS, I know. And it’s maddening to concede that my sanity has been consumed by a person who cooks for me and takes care of my house. I have, with all due respect to my own conscience and her job, tried to make this lady understand that she works for me, not the other way round. But today, I helplessly crossed the threshold when she refused to listen to what I was trying to say for the 100th time. I mean every time there is something I need to tell her to do, she has this horrific body pain (which I later genuinely translated to ‘laziness’), claiming she had just done the work the previous day and starts making faces that throw questions on me like why am I talking utter nonsense so repeatedly with love. She tempts me so much to politely show her the way out, so many a time, but considering the fact that it’s annoyingly difficult to find a new maid , I know I will dig my own grave if I ask her to just leave. But today, after she started nagging non-stop for me using up some of the usually-not-used dishes, I was almost in tears, saying, “but why not..; but of course..the dishes are mine, the kitchen is mine, the house is mine…but her strong sadistic high-pitched voice killed mine. Those who complain I talk loud would be surprised, but it’s true and I contentedly decided to tell her “ma’am, your service has been terminated”. She will go by the end of the month (sticking to the monetary agreements), but I am sure she will fight her best unto death to eat up the remaining crumbs of my sanity till then.
Aaargh…for maids !!!