maid a mistake
shit! why do i always do this! i always come home monday afternoons after the gym and grocery shopping to barge in on the maids while they clean with my 18 bags of groceries, my gym bag and my “’scume”, “’scume” ”i’m sorry–’scume”-s as i try to put my frozen and refrigerated goods away and i just feel like i’m in their way. or that i should help. since i’m here. but i don’t. cause i’m paying them. and the dog is whining in her crate because she can see/smell/detect me with her psychic abilities and i’m out on the balcony out of their way freezing my ass off! where the hell is spring?
sigh. it’s like this every monday. i never fail to give them enough time to finish. they’re probably like “ah papi, why you don’ clean you own casa when you don’ have no job!” i think they think i’m unemployed since i’m always here when they’re here.
we lost our volleyball game to wisconsin. to be fair though, they were a bunch of girls with two tall skilled guys on their team and we only beat people from nerdier schools than us. so, like, it was pretty much a given that we would lose.
March 24th, 2009 at 12:51 pm
I hate when I come home and our maids are still there…I feel bad…That and they start speaking spanish around me and I’m sure they are saying something about me!