Mrs. Clean

Holy moly…I met Rita’s cleaning lady yesterday. Think Rosaria from Will and Grace without all the charm. And she.was.not.happy.to.see.me. (I frequently have that effect on cleaning ladies, but not in the first five minutes!) Apparently, Julieta likes to clean an empty house [good morning?] While I ASSURED her I would be outta the house as soon as I had to join my next conference call…she was NOT okay with it. At one point I heard her yelling at Rita in Spanish…and Rita doesn’t even speak Spanish. I almost demanded to know who was working for WHO here…but then I wisely realized that NOBODY was working for ME, and to keep my piehole shut.

Seriously – we are talking a 4’11” military junta here. (why are the tiny ones always so intimidating – Nicola?) =) We eventually negotiated a demilitarized zone in the office…but exit privileges were NOT part of the settlement. About three hours into the six hour (!) cleaning, I was ready to pull a Shawshank Redemption. That’s when it happened…Julieta opened the washing machine to discover that SOMEONE had left a pen in their pants pocket. [gulp] If any of you have seen my wardrobe containing a disproportionate number of shorts/pants/pajama bottoms with an ink stain right below the hip pocket…you know that Rita is TERRIBLE about washing my clothes with a pen still in the pocket =) =) =) [I don’t know exactly HOW many smiley faces I need in order to blame it on the girl in the cast…but that is EXACTLY what I did]

I KNEW I’d get Rita fired by her cleaning lady…I just didn’t think it would be on the very first visit.