This entry is to express my frustation towards beings called MAIDS. I’ve reserved my patience..now it’s time to get it off my chest!
Hubs and I have been on and off living in Bangsar and Shah Alam for the past 3 years (yes, it’s sad) since we’ve not moved into our new crib in Nusa Rhu (Hopefully by early next year). Anyways, living at Mom’s pose no problem to me cause heck I’ve been living there all my life! In my MIL’s, that’s another story. See, MIL has 2 maids.. and it’s usually, one with experience and the other a newbie. Reason for 2 maids is that MIL’s house is too big for 1 maid to handle. Not that MIL’s house is a mansion but trust me, 1 maid is not enough.
Anyways, ever since I got to know my hubby, there has always been a maid around the house. There used to be only one.. and she does everything! Then she left and came E… a god sent. She was really nice and I was fond of her. She’s also the talkative type and doesn’t bore you. E has witnessed everything between me and hubs…from our courtship to marriage. I can still remember her telling me years ago thatshe would like to see me and hubs get married, have kids and have a wonderful life..Aaaauuuuww.
She’s been with the family for about 4-5 years and a few years down the line, MIL employed another maid to assist her. They jive well together and MIL had no problems.
Somehow, MIL and E often had misunderstandings and knowing E, likes to ‘menjawab’ balik. She wasn’t patient with MIL. It so happened that MIL was not satisfied with certain things that she did and always gets on E’s case. I think E felt pressured and she left. Mind you, she was earning more than any other maid in the Klang Valley (that I know of) and I guess she didn’t realize that when she decided to leave. A few months after, we heard that she was working in a factory and was paid poorly (Of courselah). She even called up MIL and asked for forgiveness. Wanting to work for MIL again. However, MIL declined and E was already replaced with another.
So, left the old maid (B) and a new one. Life goes on.. These maids were fine at first but after a few years, cracks started to show. B has been with the family for about 7 years and towards the end, had started to demand for higher pay. MIL sorta agreed with it but gradually increased her salary. Also, since we started living with MIL, definitely the maids had more responsibility and I don’t think it was much of a hassle for them to perform their duties as usual. Their work started to slack a bit. I became unsatisfied with the way they fold and iron our clothes. I’ve confronted them and there was an improvementlah.
After awhile, it was unbearable. I kept on correcting them. Lamenting to hubby about their tardiness. As usual hubs was too cool about it but me, being the perfectionist, I couldn’t stand it! So hubs commented their work to MIL. I guess they were told off and suddenly I was made the bad guy! The maids started talking behind my back, playfully laughing when I’m around (mind you, I have ears like a hawk? and eyes at the backof my head!). I was very aware of what was going on. It breaks me sometimes but hubs kept telling to not stoop at their level. Well, I didn’t but after awhile, I just couldn’t stand it anymore, so, we move back to Mom’s. I was happy! Hubs told MIL and I suppose they got what they deserved. We eventually went back to MIL’s as I realised that it was no use holding a grudge with those B***** when I know I’m not at fault. Heck, wahtever they wanna do.. so be it. Surprisingly, they were well behaved and things were rosy and back to normal but not for long! Even SIL had a fit with B when she demanded more pay and even brainwashed her sister (SIL’s maid) to demand for a higher pay. What nerve! SIL ‘basuh’ her cukup2 and said that she was being ungrateful.
A few months later, both maids ran away along with their passport (pandai pulak cari in MIL’s room). They left at night when hubby, Amirul and myself were asleep in the room. FIL and MIL were at the mosque. We only realised of their ‘escapade’ the next morning when our last night meal was not cleared from the dining table. I was somewhat relieved those B****** left but worried cause MIL had to find replacements, fast!
Well, she managed but after a few rounds of maids, now she has 2 permanent maids under her wing. They seemed okay but I’ve noticed that they have started to ‘tunjuk belang’. With them, we had to advice them on how things go in the house. Sometimes they follow but sometimes it goes into one ear and goes out the other. I often confronted them on how to do things like how to fold the clothes and iron them.
See, our clothes don’t seem to look as if they are ironed, as there are wrinkles everywhere. I’ve told them to press harder, spray more water..bla..bla. Even ou folded clothes looked like they were blindly stacked in the closet. Everytime I come back from work, I would check the closet and slowly take out the folded clothes and re-fold them again to my pleasure. Tiring, yes but at least I’m contented.
Just last night I had a shock of my life. I took out my 2 favourite maternity work shirts (which had wrinkles everywhere) and brought them down to the maid’s room. I showed them the creases and nicely asked the maid to iron them again. (Yelah..maids ni kan sensitive-peergghh,yuck
). She had the nerve to roll her eyes and gave me ‘the’ look. Kinda like ‘why do I need to iron this for her’. Boleh?! I was bewildered and just stood there. She didn’t even say a word..not even.. oh ye? or maaf ke… Who the hell she think she is??!! WTF?!
I walked straight to hubs and told him what just happened. He said ‘Hmm, semua maid tak boleh harap’. I was feeling rather hurt on what just happened and made me wonder, what did I ever do to them? Was it sooo difficult to iron them clothes again? It sure wasn’t rocket science!
So hubs and I decided that we would iron our own clothes after this. It’s not like I’ve never iron before. Back at Mom’s, I did everything on my own. From washing to cleaning. Mom had some ‘unfortunate events’ with maids before and so she decided to have things done by herself. Go Mak!
That’s why hubs and I decided a long time ago, when we do move to our new place we hope not to use a maid as we can see the problems we might face. I mean some people are lucky but some may have to suffer! I hope I get to be as ‘tough’ as my mom and able to manage well without a maid. Pray for me y’all. I hope I have the strength to ‘handle’ those beings called maids. Thank god, we’ll be living at Mom’s before I deliver. I know I’ll be happy there. I know Amirul would. And hubs can save on gas and ride on the bus to work
This is the longest I’ve written and I hope I didn’t bore you guys.. Baby has been kicking me tummy (wanting to get out? Not yet sayang…9 weeks to go or so)
Okay y’all, back to work! Enjoy your Tuesday…
and another ‘rezeki’ still baking in the oven :). (That’s Amirul @ 11 months after waking up from his sleep-I like this pic of him in his Unc Amri’s room which he loves messing everything up! )
