And many times, hilarious.
So far, my Indonesian helper, Juma, is alright.
I just thank God she ain't a freakazoid.
I had one who was so freaky that I sent her back to the agency after 2 weeks.
She does not smile at all!
However, she looked freaking friendly on her biodata lor.
Bila posing amik gambar, smile pulak. Mentel.
She would talk to herself... (weird)
She loved listening to Tamil radio stations... (weirder)
She would answer me back in Cantonese (worked in HK before) whenever I spoke to her. (Off to the agency you go!)
Now, despite the fact that my new helper, Juma is normal (Thank God!), however, there were times she has driven me absolutely crazy.
I am not that of an organised person. So, I am sure you can imagine the state of my wardrobe.
The kind where there will be an avalanche when you open it.
Pre-Juma, everytime I opened my wardrobe, I'd have to tahan the 'downpour' of clothes with my body. Sometimes, Nyla would join in too and help me push the clothes which were about to fall back into the cupboard. Thanks Nyla. I know I can count on you!
Of course, making the wardrobe organised was one of the priorities when Juma arrived.
So just before I left to send Nyla to school,
I brought Juma to my bedroom, opened my wardrobe and told her to fold the clothes neatly.
Juma let out a BIG GASP followed by a shriek followed by a rather loud "ASTAFIRULLAHALAZIM MAAAAAMMMMMM!"
Eh eh. Reaction no need so drama mama can?! Like as if, you damn neat. Chey!
Now, the thing with these domestic helpers is that we assume that they know the 'common sense' stuff but in truth, due to the fact that they live in kampongs, they are not really well exposed and thus, not really knowledgeable. I had quite a shock when I opened my door one morning.
"hahaha ape sey... kalau aku perompak, sure tak jadi rompak pasal kesiankan orang yang memasang." -Haryani O.
So taught her the right way.
The next day, this greeted me.
After a rather intense crash course (repetitive), Juma finally got it right.
Finally! Yeay! Now I can heave a sigh of relief because my gate is properly locked and insyallah, no break ins. Hehehehe!
I told Juma to go to the shop downstairs and buy some stuff.
Mr E was watching television.
She came up to Mr E and salam-ed him la. Stoppit can! I don't even kiss Mr E's hand when I wanna go to the shop downstairs.
What the hell? And poor Mr E, he was so shocked that he actually offered her his hand! Lepak giler.
Mr E also shared with me a rather funny story.
Last time, his mother's maid was also the kind who made a lot of boo boos.
After they fetched her from the maid agency, she actually removed her sports shoes at the carpark right before she stepped into their car. (Like how you remove your shoes before you enter a house...This one thinks that you must do just that before you enter a vehicle.)
Speaking of sports shoes, ALL my maids wore sport shoes whenever we fetched them from maid agencies. Yours leh?
Anyway back to Mr E's previous maid.
Because she left her shoes at the carpark, obviously, she walked kaki ayam (barefoot) to their home.
But wanna know of all the funny stories I've encountered/heard, my previous one, Yanti, still holds the record.
I've ever blogged about this in my previous blog then, if I'm not mistaken.
Papa J asked Yante to wash his car at the basement carpark one early morning.
More than 2 hours passed and she was still not home yet.
"Sure chit chat chit chat with other maids washing their employers' cars one!" I told my dad.
Batu api abis.
So, my dad told me to check on her.
I went downstairs.
No such scene like the one I mentioned to my dad.
In fact my helper was the lone ranger scrubbing a car.
And then I noticed that, that car wasn't even my dad's!!
I told her to stop and go home.
Her reply,"Ada lagi mobil belum saya bersih-in Mbak..."
(I have not washed the other cars.)
Yeap, this Bibik has helped to wash not only my dad's car but a few of my (lucky) neighbours' too.
She actually thought that she had to wash ALL the cars parked in the basement lor.
I'm sure you peeps also have funny maid stories right?! Share leh!