Earning Erning

I made a codename for our house maid (yeah, she’s very special, that is why) so that everytime I would complain or blame someone, I would be uttering “Erning”. It feels better to utter a proper noun. Yes, mom spoiled her.

It’s been a year and two months since I first blogged about Erning. She’s gentle, kind, and she’s certainly not a klepto. But for all you know, she has a bad eating habit, a bad attendance, plus she talks to herself (or maybe her imaginary friend). She eats a lot. She’d eat whatever’s on the table. She has no control. She’d get my favorite part of chicken and leave me with NOTHING. She eats with one foot on the chair, and she forgets everything when she eats.

Especially chores.

She’d text while eating, while washing the plates, while feeding the dogs, while watching TV, and heck I dunno if she even texts while taking a bath. She’s got more load than anyone of us.

Right now, it’s her second night out. She said she’s to attend her boyfriend’s sister’s wedding, but since it’s stormy she’s stranded. So she’ll be out for a day more. So that’s three days and two nights. That’s very nice.

I must propose to dad that her salary be cut off if she goes out on regular working days. But to be fair, I will tell dad to make her salary a daily basis. If she goes out for fifteen days in a month, then she’ll get practically half of her original salary. Because it’s not funny anymore. We feel abused. But mom won’t make her leave because she’s mabait daw. And she’s the last person daw to rob us. So okay, salary cut. She’s earning a lot from us but she does not do her job well.