If I were a dog, you would say I had a “submissive temperment.” I’m categorically incapable of standing up for myself if it involves any sort of conflict or confrontation.
I have a housekeeper I’ll call “Jenny.” I hired Jenny two years ago after my other housekeepr quit because of health issues. (Oh, how I loved that housekeeper. She cleaned like a demon!) The reason I have a housekeeper is that I have some health issues myself that make doing the heavy stuff around the house extremely difficult. I only wanted Jenny to do the srcubbing, vaccuuming and mopping that I can’t do.
Jenny charges a flat rate of $40 for the job. At first, she was here for two hours at a time and did a passable job. I wasn’t entirely satisfied, but I don’t have it in me to criticize. It’s extremely hard for me to say soemthing as mild as, “Hey, could you please get those dust bunnies?” Over time, her work has greatly deteriorated. Today, she was here for only 45 minutes, didn’t clean the stairs, didn’t finish the vaccuuming upstairs and the mopping has become a quick swab with the mop.
My husband is a bit irritated with me for not having the balls to say anything about it. We’re paying her and getting very little in return. I know he’s right, but thinking about confronting her is enough to tie my stomach in knots.
I’m a wimp and I’m unhappy about it.