I've complained more than once about all the women floating in and out of here as if we had a revolving front door, like a hotel, with the expectation of twenty-four hour room service. Our job has been to play musical sheets and try to get the lingering perfume aromas out of the house and cars before the next
But now all these tryouts, shall we call them, seem to have resolved into just two steady lady friends, on alternate rotating weekends.
In many ways this is easier for us to have the whole week to prepare and air out the house. I've learned to put sprigs of eucalyptus under the seats in all the luxury cars the old man keeps in his garages. It almost totally masks, or at least confuses, the delicate light aromas of lux perfumes. But the cheap stuff from Walmart practically requires a good bleaching down to get rid of.
Then on the other hand, as these women settle in, chef and I are supposed to remember their dietary preferences; their favorite fruits, cereals and yogurts for breakfast - especially their coffee sweeteners. In fact we've nick named these two women based on this.
Splenda, for example, is easy to remember for her splendid manners and her middle-class propensity to help clean up after breakfast. She's always polite to staff, and has a quite pleasant smile - even if permanently attached to her charming face by a plastic surgeon.
But then there's Sweet 'N Low who seems far more cunning and insidious than Splenda. She's got her eyes on a rich husband and it's obvious to all of us. She exhibits a cool arrogance, like she's trying to become queen of the house and take control of staff.
And get this: she's slowly bringing in her own clothes on wire hangers and transferring the garments to our monogrammed wooden hangers from Henri Hangers.
Ester the Upstairs Maid is scandalized by this encroachment! So am I, truth know, since I'm the one who installed Henri Hangers in the first place - meant for haute couture - not Nordstom or Sears. (I hope that didn't sound snobby?)
I might also mention that both Splenda and Sweet'NLow have brought in framed photos of themselves with the Mister and placed them around the house. But my employer is diligent, let's say religious, about switching out the photos in-between visits. And I'm not accepting the blame if his memory lapses.
Well okay, enough. Thanks for letting me rant for a moment. This job can be so stressful and nutty at times I don't know whether I'm coming or going.
I do hope you're summer is going along a little more smoothly.
Excuse me for laughing Andrew but LOL! I think you've figured Sweet N Low out to the tee! Let us know how this progresses! :)ReplyDelete
Will do, Lydia! Thanks for your note. :)Delete
What's wrong with Nordstrom?ReplyDelete
Nothing at all Justin. It's a fine store with lots of elegant stuff. But it's off-the-rack, not haute couture.Delete
Andrew, why wouldn't your employer just have you or other household staff swap out the pictures? ChrisReplyDelete
That's a big mystery Chris. Perhaps he doesn't trust us. But personally I think he enjoys this game of women running in and out of his house.Delete