Monday, July 11, 2005
Communication failure
When we first met our cleaner (A) her friend interpreted: she's Portuguese and had very little English. It's much easier now, but we got in the habit of not communicating much: messages had to be left on her friend's mobile and notes were out of the question. We got by.
Last Friday was the third week in a row that she didn't come. One week was relatively normal, two worrying but three? You've got to be pretty unwell not to come for three weeks.
I was prompted to further thought and a revelation by the cat fur tumbleweed in the bedroom (Babe's contribution to the cleaning shortfall has been to shed his own body weight in fur each day). What happened just over three Fridays ago? We changed the locks! M was mugged and we changed the locks!
A phone call later and all is resolved; she no longer thinks we changed the locks as a not-too-subtle hint about her employment. What a disaster.
Last Friday was the third week in a row that she didn't come. One week was relatively normal, two worrying but three? You've got to be pretty unwell not to come for three weeks.
I was prompted to further thought and a revelation by the cat fur tumbleweed in the bedroom (Babe's contribution to the cleaning shortfall has been to shed his own body weight in fur each day). What happened just over three Fridays ago? We changed the locks! M was mugged and we changed the locks!
A phone call later and all is resolved; she no longer thinks we changed the locks as a not-too-subtle hint about her employment. What a disaster.
# posted by Liz @ 8:10 pm 
