The Maid Needs A Maid
My new boss shows me through his apartment to his livingroom. He shows me to take a seat. I look at his six-pack and wonder how it's like to touch them.
"Want a drink?" My boss asked me.
"No I'm fine.," I said giving him my most politest smile. He takes out a bottle of vodka from his liquor cabniet and drinks from the bottle. So unprofessional. But I guess it's 6:34 in the morning. Not a good time to wake at.
"So I never got your name when I hired you. What is it?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry that never actually happens all the time, I'm Melanie Foster."
"Well I'm Gregori Michaels and I'm you new boss."
"Well nice to meet you Mr. Michaels. Can I ask you a few questions concerning on what I'll be dealing with on the cleaning and taken care of the apartment?"
"Sure."
"Excellent! Do you have any broken items like leaky facuet, broken shower, broken t.v., you know...Things like that?" I asked as I got out my pen and paper to take note of these things for the future. You just don't know when your employer will sue you for breaking something that was already broken. Trust me.
"No."
"Okay...How about expensive items that are really important or should just not be touched?"
"Nope."
"Uh huh. How about children? Do you have any and if you do could you tell me how many?"
"Nadda. Hate children."
"Hmm I see," I said fully understanding him. He's a man. Of course he doesn't like children.
"Alright and do you have a missus by any chance?"
"You mean that ho back there? Naw, she's just a friend with benefits."
I was completely shocked by this. Never in my LIFE have I ever met a costumer like this before. Ever.
He smiles at my reaction.
"Now let me ask you the questions."
I always expect this. It's nothing new and is one of my most finiest jobs in insuring my bosses I am capable to do anything. I sit up straighter ready for the questions.
"What college did you go to?"
That was unexpected. I looked at him wtih my mouth wide open gaping. I have never been asked that question. It is a total suprise of him to ask me this question.
"I see. You didn't go to college. I was expecting this from you."
He was expecting this from me?
"No, I went to college. It's just that your question took me by suprise," I said smiling.
"I went to USM."
"And what'st that?"
"It's University of South Mississippi. I went there for six years."
"Hmm. And where were you born?"
I blushed at this. I really don't like telling people where I originally lived. It makes me embaressed to even think of living there again.
"South Mississippi Gulfport. It's the second largest county in the state but is very small."
"Sounds peaceful."
"If you think nothing ever happening is peaceful, it is."
"How old are you?"
Again I blush.
"25."
"And how long have you been working as a maid?"
He is asking too many personal questions!
"Why do you need to know how long I have been working at my profession?" I asked him giving him a quizzical look.
"It's either you want this job or not," Gregori said challenging me.
"Yes I want it Mr. Michaels but why all the questions?"
"Answer or you can leave," he said smiling. The bastard.
"I have been working three years."
"You're lying."
I roll my eyes. I yelp. Did I just do that?
"I'm so sorry for doing that Mr. Michaels!"
"Don't change the subject--How long have you been working in your 'profession'?"
I take a deep sigh, "I have been working 13 years as a maid."
"But that would have made you 11 or 12 at the time?"
"Yes, it was based on a bet and still is."
"Mm. What are you doing in New York if you were born in the South?"
"I travel nation wide and sometimes go to other countries. I'm the name every house owner wants. I'm known world-wide and recomended."
"Huh. How much money do you make? And also, how long do you work and stay in one place?"
"Oooh. How much money? I say about 5,000? 7,000? I mostly spend those on me getting places, paying some of the bills, and giving half to my grandma. I stay in one place fooooor, um.....five months I think and can leave earlier if my current boss wants me to, but that would cut my salary down."
"Nice."
"Yes it is. Now, I would like to know what time I should come in and what time to leave."
"What is your normal time?"
"Four in the morning to 11 at night."
"Damn girl you must be the new air. How about you come in at six and leave at five? Say that's a plan?"
I look at him in total shock and get up and hug him. Hugged him really hard and felt a wave of a few tears leave my eyes.
"Thank you." I whisper. I then collect myself and write down the schedule. I stand there in front of Gregori waiting for him to say something.
"Okay then, tomorrow you start your full day but today come back in at ten okay."
"Yes Mr. Michaels."
And then I leave the room and show myself out. This is too good to be true, I said over and over in my head. The first time I got a break from those long hours of torture. I'm free until I go to my next gig! Yusssss! I then acted a total teenager and let my down finally and take off the stupid black jacket on me. Even in my converse I believe I look sexy in my black thigh tight knee skirt and black lace camirosle with jacket hanging off my arm. This is the start of freedom. And I'm liking it.
Author's Note: I looked up the name Gregori Michaels on Google and didn't find a single person with the first and last name! Weird isn't it!!?
I also understand the song The Maid Needs A Maid but I decided to turn it the other way around so.......
