To Ayi or not to Ayi
We've been here 7 weeks and as much as I wanted to believe getting an Ayi would be the coolest thing ever, I have hesitated on calling to set up interviews with a few. The task was a little overwhelming since I didn't speak the language and then to have to sit there while someone else cleaned my house - well it sounds nice, but since I have never had one, it was still weird. Our real estate person Lydia gave me a referral - which I have found out can be a good thing or a bad thing. One of the wives has been through 8 Ayi's for various reasons - one night one served them chicken feet! Another one couldn't get the concept of starting laundry immediately, and then going to do other chores, another story from another friend said her Ayi stole some money - the prospect of firing someone as well made me uncomfortable as well - although I have done it before. Then we hear from one of Will's co-workers that his is AWESOME - they text each other, she buys food, cooks, cleans while he is at work, etc.. I guess there is good and bad experiences in anything.
Out of the blue, she actually called me (I remember telling Lydia it was okay to give her my number, but I didn't think she would call and speak that good of English! It is broken and I have to speak slow, but she speaks ENGLISH!) Her name is Daisy and she is coming over to the apartment for an "interview" of sorts on Saturday afternoon to see what I need done, etc. I think ironing and folding clothes top my list of things I hate to do and maybe dust. I also thought she could help with grocery shopping since it would be cool if she could teach us to cook some dumplings, etc.. and tell us what all the "stuff" is at the chinese markets, etc.. woo hoo. Cross your fingers or do that great prayer thing!
2 Comments:
Let us know how the "interview" goes. :) Are you gonna make her do stuff and time her?? That sounds like something off of a sitcom.... Miss you!
Hi Will, hi Tracy
I love your blog, it is so neat. I loved your line standing story. It made me laugh so hard. It reminded me of my dad. During the war in Iran, everything was given to people with coupons and standing on line was a normal behavior. One day I came out of our house to go somewhere and I saw my dad in the middle of a very long line. I asked him, how long was he standing in line and what were they giving. He told me that he was standing there for one hour and he did not know what was being given, he did not want to go to find out because he would be losing his place in line. So I stood in line for him and after few minutes he came back and he told me that they were selling coupons that he already had, I saved him from standing few more hours in line. Your story brought me back memory.
I love your appartment, the style of woods on the doors are so cool, good taste on picking up the appartment. I hope the interview went well and you got your helper for folding and ironing. Love, Marina.
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