It’s a Tuesday in San Diego…which means my nemesis is going to be here today. That’s right, the neatness nazi. As previously noted in this blog…Rita's tiny little cleaning lady is five feet of pure admonishment. And she hates me. I used to think that it was just because she liked to clean when no one else was here…but I think it’s a tad more personal than that. I have concluded that either a) her job is exponentially harder now that the living embodiment of the Pig Pen cartoon character has moved in b) she is secretly in love with the just-as-clean-as-she-is Rita [I mean…Rita & she have this “cleaning-the-baseboards” bond that I will just never understand] c) she objects to being called “Rosario” and “neatness nazi” or d) all of the above.
I am actually starting to dread Tuesday’s at home. I am on the losing end of an intricate power struggle [what part of “please don’t vacuum while I’m on a conference call” does she not understand?] And then this week I return home and my ceramic dragon totchke is broken…accident or ~warning~??? That’s just $%#^@ great. My little bric-a-brac moves across the country unscathed, but can’t survive Rosario’s first cleaning? Suspicious. And it’s not like I have a house-full of knick-knackery that she has to be careful of.
But she LOVES my dog. So much so that she is going to dog-sit for us while I take my mother to NYC for Thanksgiving (as only a favorite child would). I’m thinking the dog-sitting may be my ticket out of cleaning-lady purgatory. Either that or the ceramic dragon was only the first step…
Well, gotta run…I have time for one more Starbuck’s before I can go home.
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