Runaway Maid.

Yep, the title says it all.
My full-time Pinoy house helper ran away 8 days ago.

You cannot believe how pissed I was at that time, and I still am. So irresponsible of her wtf: sneaking out from our house through the kitchen back door, and leaving it open. I mean, I don't expect her to lock it, but she should at least have the decency to make our house less vulnerable to potential robberies. Or maybe that was the sole intention of her leaving the whole kitchen exposed for all to see..

Anyway, it's been slightly more than a week since she left and well, I can say I'm not exactly enjoying life having to cope with daily house chores. My friends, on the other hand, reckon it's a form of intensive training for me; to prepare me for when I have to single-handedly fend for myself during my uni period in Aussie.

Umm, hello?

In what universe would I have to wash 5 bicycles weekly, water plants daily, and wipe fan blades twice a week?? ._.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think any student staying in a foreign country approximately 4000 miles away from home would have to do that.

Plus, these hands of mine are not meant for mundane and repetitive tasks. Like seriously, my hands cannot stay in water for more than 5 minutes without coming out resembling a snake shedding its skin. *shudders*
Always have to slather on a shitload of L'Occitane cherry blossom hand cream after that. Ugh.

And having a mom who is so particular about anything and everything, life is hard.
Food too bland? Uh-oh.
A finger-swatch on the table resulting in the slightest trace of dust? My, you're in trouble, honey.
A single crease on her clothes? Doomed.
More than 10 fingerprints on any glass surface? You'd better run for your life.

Sigh. If only my mom gets the pains of house work.
Yeah, you read that right, she doesn't do chores. She's way too fabulous for that shit. Sad me is sad.

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