The Help-ski

So I never continued the story of the search for a maid.

First of all one of our friends is incensed that we call her a maid. I don't know why. Isn't that what she is? A housekeeper lives in your house. A maid cleans things and then goes away. A man needs a maid.

Anyway we had to get rid of the Jamaican Mary Poppins after two days. It just didn't work out. We had a bunch of leads from Craig's list and interviewed a new one. She is Russian.

At first I expected a burly Stevlana type but she was a tiny mousy little girl. She came to this country as a student and met someone and got married. She was very eager and wanted the opportunity for a full time job at a good pay rate. The first day wonder of wonders she showed up on time and went right to work. She finished all of her assigned tasks in a brisk and efficient manner. There was only one hiccup.

When we went downstairs the radio was playing and WABC and Rush Limbaugh was on. The wife started yelling at me "What are doing making her to listen to your programs. She is going to quit after one day." Of course I had not put on the radio as the wife likes to blame me for everything. I am still hearing it about Katrina. And the fucking Tsunami Anyway the girl pipes up in her squeaky Russian voice "No missus, I put on radios ....I likeski the politics!" How cowski. Not only does she clean but she is a conservative. She won't break my Cutis Lemay commemorative plates. Score.

But then a potential problem came up. When I came downstairs she had the radio on.

She was listening to NPR.

OH shitski!

Better call in stupid moose and squirrel to check it out!