I’d druther not do….
Auuughhhh!
Wonder-Cleaning Lady is here, throwing herself around like a low-flying rocket. Forgodsake, it’s after 5:00 p.m.!!! Does the woman EVER come to a stop????
Seriously: she showed up sometime after 4 p.m., all primed to take on the Funny Farm.
This would be fine if she’d showed up sometime after, ohhh…say 8:00 or 9:00 a.m. But at the end of the day? Not. So. Much.
This afternoon M’hijito dragged me to the Mayo Clinic, NOT my favorite place to spend half the goddamn day. Pestered and pestered and pestered some more by doctors and nurses and medical assistants, on and on and on. All I wanna do when I get home is sit down. Then fix some dinner and sit down some more to eat it.
But ohhhhhh no! Here’s our honored (extraordinarily honored!) cleaning lady, banging around and banging around. She showed up a few minutes after I got home. It’s now after 5:30 p.m., and she’s still banging around.
Lordie! Where DOES that woman get her energy???
She’s cleaning a bathroom now…having changed the sheets and hauled the vacuum around and…on and freakin’ on.
Arrgha.
Okay, so the dishes are in the dishwasher, which is clanking along. The house is more or less picked up (my part of the job). My fingers hurt where the nails are peeling off their quicks. The rags are collecting in the clothes washer, preparatory to an hour’s worth of running through that contraption.
Forgot to turn the hose on into the pool. Run outside and crank up the spigot. Not too badly evaporated…that’s something, I reckon.
This must be the third house Luz has cleaned today. At $80 per shack, that’s TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY DOLLARS A DAY!
Criminey. I never made that kinda money with a Ph.D. and gawd only knows how many years of university & community college teaching experience.
Hm. If she cleans three houses a day, five days a week, that’s…. MIGAWD! That’s $1200 a week! $4800 a month.
Jayzuz!
Now of course, I didn’t leave the campus at 6 or 7 p.m. after a full day’s work…uhhhhh….waitwait! Yes, I surely did. Often I left at 10 p.m. And then when I got home I had a pile of nitwitted student papers to read.
Hm.
Truth to tell, when La Maya and I were working out there, we considered — slightly more than halfway seriously — starting a cleaning service. And y’know…we might have had something. We would have earned the same amount we made teaching, only in many fewer hours. And we never would have had to read a bird-brained or plagiarized stoont paper.
On the ‘tother hand…. It does have to be said that I truly, deeply, passionately HATE cleaning house. And you can be sure I would’ve hated cleaning up other people’s filth even more than I hate cleaning up after myself.
Yea verily: when I say there are 87 berzillion things I’d druther do than clean house…I ain’t kidding!
But…hmmmm….. I don’t suppose teaching idiot composition courses is one o’ those things….