Day 7- Marathon Blogging
“Give the phone to Saraswati”, Worried me calls the maid at 7.30 am.
“Today absent.” Pat came the reply.
I had already soaked a few clothes for hand wash and there was thermocol around the house because of a package I received last evening. I had a cab on its way to drop me to work at 8.30am. I still had to fix lunch and breakfast, wake up the pati and find someone to atleast wash the clothes.
Saraswati is the 5th maid since Nov 2011 [When I moved into this house]. Is there something seriously wrong with me?
Maid 1- She came for 10 days and promised to come back to us when I return after my shaadi [In 4 weeks]. She never turned up. We really liked her 😦
Maid 2- She didnt know Hindi. Gave me cold stares and acted as if whatever I say is bull shit. [We exchange awkward silences in the lift occasionally] I asked her to let go of the work after 3 months of being tortured.
Maid 3- A chaalu Dilli woman who spoke Hindi with that typical accent. But she was damn neat. Neatest of them all that I have ever encountered. However she cleverly replaced her sister to work for me within 2 months.
Maid 4- The replacement maid. She washed clothes bad, she didnt turn them over while putting them on line, she didnt wash the soap off the utensils, never cleaned the kitchen slab, or bathroom sink. But she made some kick ass rotis at time of need and came to rescue when there were guests. But she left for her village without notice for 15 days. Argghh… Would a sane person NOT look for an alternate maid after a week itself? I did the same.
Maid 5- Awesome at almost everything. Helping me out since I have a broken toe, washes bathroom and balcony very very well. But she falls sick too often and wants to come at her own sweet time. I even offered to take her to Apollo clinic at my expense. I gave her expectorants, crocins and B-complexes so that I dont lose her.
To almost all maids, I make sure once in a while I give them tea with toasts. When I bake, I send away some stuff for their kids. The clothes I dont want to wear go to them [Even if they are crepes and Georgette.] Give them money, sweet box, clothes and gifts for kids on special occasions. I gave away notebooks and pencils for their kids. I am not counting all this to feel great, it is just a reminder to myself that I have done my bit and beyond. All this beyond the whooping sum they extort from us each month.
Why cant we get the same respect we deserve from them. Why wont they inform and take leaves? Why wont they be sensitive to a working couple who struggle at work Monday to Friday [Pati even works on weekends at times and travels 10 days a month]. Weekends we expect friends to come over or we go out or we are just too sleepy to get her in at 8 am 😐
I guess either we need Dummy’s guide on How to Deal with Indian Maids or training sessions for the maids.
Oh I am so tired thinking and writing about them already. Phew!!
God please please please give me a better tomorrow.
This post is part of Day 7 of The Marathon Blogging_Dec 2012 event.