Made one of my favourite posts of all time -
My parents had maid services during my junior year in college. It scared the hell out of me when I visited during Winter Break, mostly because I had no idea that my parents even had maid service. I was in my room working up my motivation when this short Hispanic lady just burst into my room!
I almost had a heart attack at age 21.
She was freaked out too and went about cleaning other areas. I managed to clean a few spots in my room (mostly just taking some water glasses downstairs and throwing my bedding sheets into the washing machine, throwing all of the clothes on my floor into a suitcase) and then gave them the go ahead and sped off to the nearest bar so I could get my heart rate back down to a non-life threatening level.
But I personally don't see the need for one. I mean really, I'm so disorganized and lazy about keeping my sh*t clean that any sane person would hate being my cleaning person. I would much rather wallow in my own slothery than end up dead on the six O'Clock news story of "disgruntled" home cleaners.
I still think of that story occasionally and laugh.
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