Jing

I've been thinking long and hard about whether I should blog about certain aspects of my personality  and lifestyle, for the mere fact that it makes me look, um, a little bit on the strange side - even though you and I BOTH know, that I am if not THE sanest then one of the sanest people you know.  So, safe in this knowledge, I'm going to blog a little bit  about my terribly hard life.  

Jing is a Filipino Maid who does allhelps me out with my housework because I suffer from Asthma and can't do any dusting and hoovering and the likes.  I do have a husband as you may have noticed from previous posts but he suffers from an illness called being a man (I do apologise if you're of the male gender and quite enjoy spending hours cleaning).  Rich is very sympathetic to my plight because as well as being Asthmatic, I also suffer from an ongoing case of what some may see as desperate housewife analexia.  My younger sister next in line to me, likes to call me Bree from Desperate Housewives, not because I look like her (I can only dream) but because of the way I insist things be done in  particular way, particular order and to perfection.  Not at all like Bree then, huh?

Now, Jing, lovely as she is, is still no Jubilyn.  Jubilyn was our House Maid in Dubai but she doesn't work in the Sharjah area (where we now live) and she was fantastic.  She and I had a shared understanding on how things needed to be done in the house.  Clean, efficient and clutter free ALWAYS.  It took us time to adjust to one another and to how we liked things being done which generally meant that as long as she had the house exactly how I liked it, then we were friends.  In order for this to happen, I had to leave the house on the days she worked to avoid witnessing scenes that would lead me to stop breathing, such that steam would swirl angrily out my ears, surround my red face, bulging eyes and cause me to combust.  Examples of actions that would cause such damage to my health would be if Jubi chose to use Jiff cleanser over Dettol or if there was anything on the coffee table other than the mandatory 1-3 magazines (all dated the current month), 3 remote controls and a box of tissues. 

To avoid regular incidences of me rocking myself gently on the floor, looking absentmindedly into space and trying to find my happy place, I would leave the house and let Jubi produce the results I demanded asked for without bearing witness to her methods.  This allowed me to believe that Jubi was cleaning, dusting and even placing the the sugar bowl exactly as I outlined on the several sheets of A4 paper that I stuck up on the wall in the laundry room. 

But sadly, Jubi is no more and I am on to Jubi's 4 replacement in 4 months.  Her name is Jing and she's actually quite a nice person and a hard worker.

Obviously it was always going to be difficult finding someone to fit into the size perfect boots that Jubi left behind and although Jing is by far the best Maid since, it's not going as well as I had hoped.

Like for instance, today.  I searched high and low for the Omelette pan (thank you again Mati & Toni).  It wasn't in the Pots and Pan cupboard but in the cupboard with the serving dishes.

She put the seperate inner part of the rice cooker in the cupboard with the glasses.

She puts R's shavers in the toothbrush/toothpaste holder.

She calls at 5.55 am because she can't remember if she's supposed to be coming in at 10 that morning...could she not have waited till 7.30????

Lying the rug upside down and to one side of the hall instead of in the middle.

Recently, randomly placing books on the bookshelf instead of in it's alphabetical order.  Having Forrester sandwiched between the Q's and R's could have serious implications on a books identity!!

And just because it cheesed me off so much, leaving shoes in the hallway when they live in the cupboards, all of them even flip flops.  And not grouping them either...like sandels together, trainers and outdoor walking shoes, smart kitten heels, mid high heels, wedges. Arghhhhhhh.

*sigh*

[draws legs up to chest and starts to rock gently, chanting "candy floss, dymo label machine, rainbows, Shoe Holders, draw partitions"] 

Comments

[Mega]

At least we know for a fact that Jing has learnt to fold the plastic bags properly choo hooo. and Bree it is my dear lol:)

[nets]

E Jenn, aua le luwinsky oe...ae lava o oe seisi Bree undercover! S knows, he JUST knows ;) LMAO

[kuaback]

and we have an absolute samoan version of Bree Hodge ea po'o ai ea..Oh gosh, and I thought I was bad. Now I can tell S when he complains that I am not half as bad as some people I know..heehe

[nets]

:D lol look, I forgot to mention that they were just tips and helpful hints of guidence...that way, everything is done, right, everytime...well most of the time :) And you must have respect for the Bree :P lol

[swisshamo]

Sa'o lelei Namu. You are the Samoan version of Bree... and sheets of A4?!?!?! lmao... kalofa e alii ia jingle bells....:D:D:D