Remember our fun-loving, ice-cream eating, flower-borrowing maid? Things finally came to a head in December and I decided enough was enough. Events leading up to the straw that broke the camel's back?
First silly, little, annoying things like this:
Everyday my soap dish and my hand soap were next to my sink and our toothbrush and Guapo's razor would be plugged in to recharge:
Everyday after she came through it would look like this:
Plugs not charging, soaps not by the sink.
Bigger things: after Guapo (who's a lot scarier than me) explained to her that she should NOT take our things to her room without asking (flower incident), we found these in her room:
The lily was cut from the garden; Guapo had been waiting to cut them until they were big enough.
I started to get the feeling that I was paying someone not only to annoy me, but also to hide my things from me.
This is hard to see in the picture, but at the top of the closet I found Julio's (6 yrs old) karate belt. He has karate twice a week (read: she knew he needed it) and she was no more than 4'10" tall which makes me believe she either had to throw it up there, or actually got a chair and put it up there. Either way, I was seeing red.
Why? Why, I ask you???
All of these things I was dealing with because I didn't want to go through the hassle of looking for and trying out somebody new, but the final straw came one day when I came home and Julio (6 yrs old) was roaming around the apartment complex by himself. I took him home and found the maid just hanging out (read: NOT looking for Julio) with Juan Carlos (3 yrs). I told her I found him out of the apartment and she said, "Yeah, he got away from me."
Well, that was it. Guapo canned her. We are now on the 3rd new maid in one week. I have more muchacha moments to share, but this post is too long already. I'll have to share at some other time.