In this billionaire's household, Eleanor (the Upstairs Maid) got fired this past Monday.
Since then there's been a dearth of gossip, and none of us in this house knows what's going on! She had access to both the Mrs' office and closet, and was a constant wealth of information!
You may think we're just being nosy, or snooping. But no such thing! For us to get any work done (or any free time to run out for personal errands or meet friends for lunch), it's vital to know the family's movements. Ha!
All the household staff and groundskeepers are connected by corporate-issued phones, and Eleanor would alert us as to the following:
- Were there "separate sleeping arrangements" the night before.
- What's on the Mrs' to-do list for the day.
- What's been added to the monthly calendar.
- Any commercial airline tickets lying around?
- Luggage has been taken out!
- Travel clothes are being laid out!
- She's in her pajamas and feathered robe (coming down to breakfast).
- She's in gym clothes (leaving for at least forty-five minutes).
- Business Suit (we're free for a good hour-and-a-half).
- Luncheon Casual (she'll be gone two-to-three hours).
- Cocktail Attire (gone for the late afternoon and early evening).
- And last but hardly least -- any overheard telephone conversations!
Professional ethics in this line of work forbid gossip. But come on. There's a difference between gossip and critical information, although I'll admit the two do get occasionally intertwined.
Example: When the Mister and Mrs come down to breakfast, all work and noise, both indoors and out, must stop immediately! But we don't know when they're coming down to breakfast until Eleanor calls and gives us the heads up! See what I mean?
So without Eleanor, we're all in a complete vacuum!
The Missus makes an attempt to keep me informed--at the beginning of each month we have a sit-down meeting (the only time I actually sit down in her presence, ha!) and she tells me about any important or big events coming up.
But Eleanor has always been the one to keep us informed on a daily (hourly) basis about what they're up to. My spy at the Foundation calls me frequently for any daily updates, as well. (They have their own personal errands and luncheons with friends to worry about , ha!)
So we're all really suffering this week!
Ester, the new Upstairs Maid, has certainly not developed these exploratory skills as of yet. But I'm sure, for her own self preservation, she'll start catching on and will become a valuable asset.
But until then, I have to go upstairs myself and poke around.
Thank you for reading, and for any sympathy you may feel right now!