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HOUSEMAID IN MY FIFTIES
By Monica Graz
PART 2
CHAPTER 3
The next couple of weeks were quite hectic. I announced immediately my
decision to retire and the count down started at once. I had to work
very hard and overtime to bring up to date all the files and projects I
was handling, in order to pass them on to the person who were going to
replace me.
I also announced to Linda our cleaner that we would let her go at the
beginning of next month. She had mixed feelings. She was leaving us
after many years but she felt relieved, she would be able to go back to
her family in Philippines. She was also extra pleased with the generous
bonus we gave her.
She was quite skeptical when I announced to her that I was going to take
over the care of the house. She knew of course my inclination for
housework and all related matters but she repeated what Pam said to me,
"It is going to be quite hard Nick, it is not just doing a few chores
now and then or some cooking, you have to be constantly committed and
involved." It was indicative that for many years she was using my first
name to address me, but she always called my wife 'Ma'am or Mrs. Pam'.
Somehow I had to calm her down, "It's all right Linda, I'll try it for
sometime and if I see I can't manage the house, or I am getting bored
doing repetitive things all day long I'll go out in the market and get
another cleaner for part time work."
She immediately added to that, "I will leave with you the phone number
of a Filipino colleague who runs a domestic agency in town; she will be
able to find someone suitable for your house. She knows of you, I talked
to her a lot over the years about what a wonderful family you have and
how good you are with housework. Her name is Annie de Laurentis."
I thanked her for that and I reassured her that I would ask for her
assistance if needed.
A week before my final departure from work I had to be present with Pam
to a 'farewell' reception. All my colleagues were very warm and some of
them openly jealous for my early retirement. They all called me a 'lucky
person'. Very few asked me though what I was going to do from now on. My
answer to that was vague. I was telling everybody that for the time
being I'll rest and try to organize my thoughts before any future
movements. I deliberately didn't mention anything about my new role in
the house.
The people though who knew about my new role in the house were Pam's
three closest friends, Tania of course and then Melissa and Eva. Tania,
as I expected was very enthusiastic. "Oh, Nicky, I am so pleased for
you," she said when we met for a drink, waiting for Pam to join us. And
she continued, "I always knew that someday you would be able to do what
you love most, take care of your gorgeous house without the restraints
and obligations of a professional life. You will be able now to organize
your life the way you always wanted and more important with the
blessings of Pam; isn't that wonderful?"
Tania was so sweet and always full of enthusiasm. I answered back in a
controlled way barely able to hide my excitement, "You are right honey."
Tania was always 'honey' to me. "It happened so quickly; in a week from
today I am 'home alone' for endless hours; I hope I will not be bored."
"I know you well enough to tell you won't be bored. It is not only the
housework that you love anyway, you have endless other tasks which they
will appear in front of you in a few days. And of course you will be
able to wear your favorites clothes, Am I right?"
For the first time I blushed, "it is too early to say that Tania, you
know me I have to be very careful with Pam I don't want to hurt her, I
have to be moving with small steps."
"It sounds to me that you already decided which way to go, it is simply
a matter of time to express yourself more freely," Tania said and added
hastily because she saw Pam approaching us, "but I totally agree with
you, nothing behind Pam's back, you have to win her with your attitude."
We all had then a very jolly drink, Tania was unique in lifting up
spirits and Pam was extra pleased with developments at work. As I was
sipping my chardonnay, sitting between those two charming ladies, I
couldn't stop thinking how I would love to be part of their feminine
world, not knowing exactly how, but even that vague thought was
intriguing.
The rest of the week went so quickly that I didn't even have time to
think. I simply moved like an automaton, trying to close all my open
issues. Three days before my departure I met my replacement, a lady in
her thirties from another department whom I knew only in face. She was
very accommodating and full of respect and concern about my departure.
But deep inside me I could tell that she was looking forward to take
over my office. For her I already was a retiree.
Finally on a Friday afternoon I put all my personal belongings to a
cardboard box, such a familiar pictures from endless movies and after I
said a final goodbye to all my immediate colleagues I went down to the
garage and drove off in my expensive executive Volvo. At this particular
moment I felt emptiness in my stomach, everything finished so quickly;
nearly 25 years of work in the same company vanished in two short weeks.
For the first time since I decided to retire I felt a certain
uneasiness. Was it a correct decision or I was going to regret it. I was
going to be one of the many from now on, not Mr. High executive. I even
felt that the car I was driving was not appropriate for me anymore.
I arrived home before Pam and I fixed a drink for myself, then I decided
to ring her in her mobile and ask her out to dinner, I didn't feel like
cooking. She answered in her usual busy tone, she must have been in the
middle of a meeting because she was very abrupt, she simply said that
she would be late tonight, something urgent came up and she would like
to eat something light and go to bed. After all it was Friday and she
usually was exhausted at the end of the week. I tried to be
understanding as I put the phone down.
I couldn't stop thinking again that this is another sample of my life
from now on. I will be the one at home waiting for my hard working
spouse to come back. Another small blow to my already fragile ego.
Then I tried to 'pull myself together'. I pushed for this early
retirement option, I wanted to become the house partner, I wanted to
take up all the house responsibilities and I have to act accordingly
from now on.
I prepared a nice green salad and some smoked salmon on brown bread, a
very healthy and light meal and I waited patiently for my wife to come
home.
The weekend was very uneventful. We followed our Saturday routine and we
spent a very quiet Sunday at home eating eggs and bacon brunch and
reading our Sunday papers. Pam was very sweet and asked me about my last
day at work and if I was still positive about my retirement decision. I
insisted that I felt great and I was looking forward to the next few
weeks, which we both called adaptation period. In fact we spent sometime
on Sunday talking about various chores in the house nobody did for a
long time, like spring cleaning of cupboards in the kitchen, all
bathrooms and all bedrooms excluding our daughter's bedroom which still
was 'untouchable'. We agreed that in a few days I would present a
timetable for those extra jobs to Pam for 'employer's approval' as she
called it half jokingly.
Linda was going to come for another two days next week (Tuesday and
Thursday) and then she was on her way as well, back home after many
years.
Monday was an unusual day for me; I haven't stayed home in a weekday in
years and the feeling was weird, in particular after Pam gave me a quick
kiss and departed hastily for work. I tried to gather my thoughts with
another cup of strong coffee. I decided that I would move slowly this
week in order to adapt. After all Linda would be coming tomorrow and
Thursday and I would be joining her for some housework. She said that
she would try to give me the 'housekeeping' guided tour those two days.
I did the basics like tidying up our bedroom and bathroom; I noticed
that Pam leaved behind her a bigger mess than usually, towels in the
bathroom floor, her dirty underwear next to the bed and her nightdress
thrown in the back of a chair. Is she feeling already the presence of a
maid in the house, even subconsciously?
I tidied up the kitchen afterwards and I decided to go out for some
shopping. I wondered aimlessly in the nearby shopping center for a
couple of hours, I had a light lunch and back to the house to do some
cooking for this evening. I prepared a fairly elaborate dinner and at
about 6.00 o'clock I sat down to a cup of tea waiting for Pam to come
home.
She arrived a bit after 7.00pm. I heard the garage door and I let her in
wearing one of my many aprons, a clean one though, over my house pants
and shirt. I wanted to slightly emphasize my new role in the house. She
said a quick hello, kicked her high heels and collapsed in the sofa.
Knowing her I followed with a glass of white wine. She thanked me, had a
sip and gave a big sigh, "My feet are killing me today, those shoes are
quite uncomfortable, probably you could learn to give me a foot rub
occasionally." She said it in such a natural way that it took me a few
seconds to take it in.
I was quite excited from what I heard and I answered spontaneously,
"Yes, darling, I'd love to do that and I don't think I have to be
particularly experienced, I guess all I need is some proper ointment and
gentle hands."
"Not really, it's not that simple, you have to do a bit of homework
there, I'll get you a book on that subject, do you agree?" She stopped
and looked at me for the first time seriously. She smiled and said,
"Look at you in your pinny, the picture of domesticity, did you enjoy
your first day at home?"
I told her what I did and I explained to her that I was going to move
slowly this week, catch up with Linda's suggestions and then tackle the
house seriously starting next Monday.
She didn't object to that, but she repeated that she expected me to
search for organic cleaning products. She seemed to take this issue
quite seriously. I reassured her that tomorrow I would do a Google
search.
She then added with an edge in her voice, "All of a sudden I am famished
what we have for dinner?"
We went to bed quite early that night, we were both quite exhausted.
CHAPTER 4
Tuesday morning I found Linda already in the kitchen, making breakfast.
As usually she let herself in with her own key. I should remember to get
this key back on Thursday. I joined her for a cup of coffee and I waited
for Pam to come down.
Pam said a quick good morning and moved to the dining room for
breakfast. When Linda was in the house we took breakfast in a more
formal way in the dining room. The other days it was the kitchen table.
I joined her and we chatted amicably for ten minutes. As she was getting
up to go she said to me, "Don't take everything that Linda tells you at
face value. She is a willing and kind person but not necessarily the
best cleaner. I often find dust in very obvious places, you must have
noticed that yourself. I expect you to be a much better cleaner than
her; after all you claim that you enjoy that sort of work. She is an
excellent ironer though and there you will need some coaching from her,
ask her on Thursday when she does her ironing." She stopped and looked
at her watch, "It's getting late, I better go, good bye darling." And
she left before I had the chance to answer.
I gathered the breakfast things in a tray and moved them to the kitchen.
I had to join Linda in her morning activities. She had a routine and she
didn't like to deviate as she was a creature of habits, but I couldn't
do much at that point. I simply watched her and asked the occasional
question. I mentioned to her though Pam's suggestion about an 'ironing
lesson'. She agreed to show me some tricks, as she called them, on
Thursday.
It was midday and I was preparing sandwiches and coffee for a quick
lunch when I heard the front door bell ringing, then Linda's voice form
the hall, "I'll get it Nicky."
A few moments later I heard voices coming towards the kitchen. My hands
were greasy and I had my apron on. Not enough time to react. I turned
grabbing a tea towel to wipe my hands when Linda entered the kitchen
followed by a 'petite' very pretty Asian lady.
"May I introduce to you Miss Annie de Laurentis Nicky? She said using
her polite voice, "She is the lady I mentioned to you the other day who
runs the domestic agency. She was in the neighborhood and I asked her in
for a cup of coffee. I wanted you very much to meet her."
I was taken completely off guard. I managed to say a "Nice to meet you
Miss, I am about to make some coffee, would you like some?"
"Please call me Annie; yes please I would love some coffee."
"Let's sit here around the kitchen table it's quite comfortable," Linda
said and offered Annie a seat and she sat opposite leaving me making the
coffee still with my apron on. For a moment I wandered who is the boss
and who is the maid in that case, but I secretly started to enjoy this
encounter, the first one in my so called 'new position' in the house.
Soon we all sat around the kitchen table sipping our coffee. I realized
that Annie was not only very pretty but also impeccably dressed in a
very elegant manner. I guessed at that moment that her job was to deal
with the rich and famous if she was providing domestic staff for them
and she had to be always dressed accordingly.
She must have read my thoughts because she said quite amicably, "I was
visiting a house a couple of blocks from here because they were asking
me for a live in maid. I always check the premises of where my girls are
going to work. I want to be certain what kind of people are hiring
them." She paused for a moment to have a sip of her coffee and
continued, "Linda announced to me that she finally took the decision to
go back home and at the same time you retire and want to assume some
house responsibilities, I find that very remarkable and unusual and I
wanted to meet this brave man who is able to do that."
I felt a bit embarrassed and slightly annoyed with Linda, she shouldn't
be talking to strangers about my situation. She must understood that
because she rushed to speak, "Don't take it wrongly Nicky, it only came
naturally in our conversation because when I announced to Annie that I
am going back home, the first think she asked me is if my employers
would need a replacement and then I had to say the truth, that you
intended to assume housekeeping responsibilities to start with. I don't
go around gossiping about my employers, in particular dear ones like you
and Mrs. Pam."
"It's all right Linda, there is nothing to hide, you know how I feel
about housework I enjoy doing it and I enjoy all sorts of other house
activities. It might be unusual and not very 'manly' but that's the way
I feel."
"Fair enough", Annie said, "I truly admire you for that and if I can
assist to anything in your new activities please let me know. And if in
the future you decide that you need some outside domestic help let me
know again."
Then it dawned on me, probably I could have an answer here, "In fact I
could ask you for something since you are in the housekeeping field. My
wife made a request or should I call it an employer's demand. She asked
me to do some research and start using eco friendly cleaning products.
Do you have any idea where to find them?"
Annie with a broad smile answered, "You came to the right person Nicky,
could I call you Nicky?"
"Of course you could," I said waiting eagerly for her answer.
"I represent in this town a Swedish Firm which specializes in eco
friendly products. They are the best in the market, I'll tell you the
brand name and you can Google them."
"That's very interesting" I said more eagerly now, "Could you make a
suggestion of cleaning products for this house?"
"Of course I can. In fact I know quite well this house, Linda described
it to me quite well over the years, and probably she told you that our
friendship extends many years back. I met Linda when I was a young
domestic myself over twenty years ago. I was lucky enough to climb the
social ladder after that." She said the last phrase in a rather modest
tone of voice but I could tell she was quite proud for her professional
achievements. Good for her!
"Could you please?" I said quite expectantly now, "If you e-mail me a
list by tomorrow with a cost I can discuss it with Pam and place an
order which I can pick probably on Friday so I can have them all for
next Monday, my first day really as a housekeeper in this house."
"Consider it done," she said quickly "in fact I would love you to come
over to my Agency on Friday. I have an adjoining shop with all sorts of
house products including housekeeping uniforms. You might find something
that interests you, I stock quite nice unisex cleaning uniforms and of
course traditional maids' dresses." She stopped and looked at my apron
that I insisted having it on, "And you might find some practical aprons
for housework, you know the ones that protect you well."
Linda then added looking at me in a mischievous way but really
addressing Annie, "You can tell that Nicky loves his aprons, he has
quite a collection, I know them all, after all I have been washing them
for years."
I was blushing all over by that stage knowing that she was washing not
only my aprons, but my panties and my nighties, she knew quite a bit
about my proclivities. But I managed to keep my cool and said, "It's
true I love my aprons I can't hide that, Linda knows, Pam my wife knows,
our daughter knows and some of our friends know. It is one of my
weaknesses I am afraid, a harmless one I hope."
Annie smiled warmly and said, "It is not only harmless it is more than
that it is beneficial for the people you love, like your wife. The
apron will be a very useful piece of clothing for you in the future, and
you will be having the chance to wear it a lot. How lucky your wife is;
she has someone to look after her the moment she is out there pushing
her professional career." She looked at her elegant wrist watch and
added, "I am afraid I have to go I have to pay another house visit, see
you on Friday Nicky."
She left very quickly. Linda took her to the door and hugged her dearly,
she clearly loved this woman.
Linda came back and we sat down to eat our sandwiches. I was curious
about Annie and asked about her. She was quite eager to tell me her
story. She was born in this country from Filipino parents. She started
to work as a maid at the age of 17 but she managed to finish high school
and she took college classes by correspondence. She was very bright and
she used cleverly and ruthlessly the system to create her own business
at the age of thirty. After that she never looked back. She imports
maids to be from SE Asia but she is very protective of them. In the few
cases the maids were abused she took the employers to the court. She has
a very good name in the market.
At dinner that night I said all my news to Pam, presumably very mundane
news for her high executive life, I knew that, I was at that level only
days ago. But she was quite eager to listen and quite intrigued when I
said that I was going to visit Annie's premises on Friday to collect all
the cleaning material.
"Before you go to buy this material shouldn't I agree first?" she asked
in a rather sweet tone. And she continued, "We should probably look at
that material together," then she paused to think and added "No,
probably not, you look at it yourself, do your home work and if you are
convinced let me know and we'll go ahead. Now that I have a housekeeper
I don't have to kill myself with unnecessary decisions."
"I think this is better Pam, you don't have to be involved with
decisions that your housekeeper can take, and after all I am here for
those chores from now on. You have to give the guidelines and general
instructions like any employer and of course if you notice something you
are not happy with, you have to mention it to me."
"Of course I'll mention it to you, in fact it will be easier for me to
reprimand you than say Linda or another servant, you are closer to me
and I feel that I have that option."
I looked at her. For the first time since we started this new
arrangement she referred to me as a servant even if it was an indirect
remark. In her head I was replacing her servant so this is what I was. I
quite liked that, at least my submissive part liked it, but I was a bit
scared as well. Pam was moving faster that I thought and the next few
sentences confirmed that.
"I have been thinking Nicky about your Volvo car it is too executive and
serious for your current status. Would you consider swapping cars?
During the week I can take the Volvo to work, I love driving that car
and you take my smaller VW Golf, much more convenient for shopping and
running your errands outside the house." She stopped and looked at me
waiting for an answer.
"It's funny you mention it, I have been thinking the same myself. Volvo
is too serious for me at the moment. I can't really go to the super
market with that car and on Friday when I go to pick my eco friendly
cleaning materials, I would feel silly driving it. In other words yes, I
agree."
She looked quite pleased with my answer; it was easier than she
anticipated. She knew how I loved this car so she thought of adding
something more soothing, "In fact during the weekends when we go out
together I'll let you driving it." She said it as she was doing a
concession to me, as she already owned this car. Human nature and
character never ceased to surprise me; it was amazing how Pam was
adapting to a more authoritarian role towards me. But it was equally
amazing that I was giving her very willingly that option, I was putting
myself under her authority in a quick but still quite subtle way. I was
curious how far I could go myself in that direction. It was new to me as
well. The only certain think was that an 'inner force' if I can use that
word was driving me towards that direction. Her next phrase brought me
back to reality and confirmed my theory, Pam was moving fast now.
"Did you mention to me before that this lady Annie, who runs the
domestic agency, has unisex housekeeping uniforms and maids' dresses?
Would you be interested to get a few?"
A jolt went through me like an electric current or even worst like an
earthquake shock. Did I hear that right? She was asking me to buy a
housekeeping uniform? She even mentioned a maid's dress! I felt flutter
all over my stomach. She understood that her words impressed me because
she continued.
"Before you react to that positively or negatively let me add this.
Starting Monday you will be staying at home cleaning, cooking, doing the
laundry, ironing and all sorts of other mundane chores. Knowing you,
you would end up wearing probably a skirt and a top or a housedress
covered by a pinny, don't blush I know that one of the reasons you are
taking up house responsibilities is that." She looked shrewdly at me as
I was blushing and feeling uncomfortable and added, "Am I right to
assume that?"
I had to answer and be frank about it. Pam hated people lying. She was
asking me a direct question; I had to give a direct answer, "You are
right Pam, I thought of that though I wasn't going to start immediately,
I try to move slowly to that direction. You know me, I don't want to do
something that would annoy or offend you."
"This is exactly the reason why I try to establish an understanding
between us two from the beginning, I have been thinking that it would be
more practical and appropriate if you would wear a housekeeping uniform
for doing your chores, they are made from hardwearing material, they
wash easily and they don't need elaborate ironing, in other words they
are designed for menial work. I can suggest the unisex one, I've seen
the cleaners in our company wearing them, trousers and top in light blue
or green color and comfortable white shoes." She paused, smiled
mischievously at me and added, "But then again, since you like your
skirts you would prefer probably a comfortable maid's dress, you know
the ones that button through in front or have a front zip, also in
colors like light blue, mint green or even dove grey. What do you
think?"
The stomach flutter was getting stronger, I tried to keep my calm and
not showing the great emotion I was in at the moment. I said calmly but
in a slightly trembling voice, "You wouldn't' mind seeing me in a maid's
dress and apron? You really wouldn't mind that?
She was more serious now, "I have to be a bit clearer at this point I
think. I don't want you to become a servile maid in a black and white
outfit curtseying and answering with a 'yes ma'am, no ma'am". No, I
certainly don't expect that. You will simply wear a housekeeping outfit,
yes a maid's dress since you love your skirts, but you will still be my
Nicky, looking after our house and sharing my food and joining me in bed
at night. I am not turning you to a real maid, I simply add a bit of
satisfaction to your new duties in this house. I know you would be
happier working in an outfit that you like and a happy housekeeper is an
efficient one." She said her last sentence in a joke way.
I looked at her now admiringly. She was a much better psychologist than
I thought. She accessed me very cleverly, she read me like an open book!
But she clearly avoided calling me a maid, not just yet anyway. At this
point I understood that Pam was as confused as I was. What was happening
was new to both of us; we were searching each other's reactions as we
were adapting to our new roles gradually.
To be continued (hopefully in January)
Mikayla
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