May 14, 2005
I fired the maid. No, I let her go. No, that can't be right; she didn't want to go. I must have let her go. A lovely euphemism. She asked if there was anything wrong with their service. I lied, saying no. The phone rang several times after she left. I imagined it was her supervisor, so I didn't answer. I don't answer the phone before three o'clock anyway.
Service had nothing to do with it. I have determined that it is more stressful for me to have a maid than to clean for two hours a week myself.