![]() Because in their minds why should they make my job easier? Why pay me if they could do it themselves?įor the clients I was able to curate and maintain, the answer is easy: paying me with money is more than a transaction, it comes with respect and gratitude for what I’m able to do to make their life easier. While I was building my business, though, I needed to maintain a full schedule - even if it meant dealing with people who were happy to leave messes for me to clean. Once I was able to replace the people who asked me to not wear shoes in their house (they were indoor sneakers only used while I was working and kept my knees from and feet from hurting), questioned if I was using the toilet sponge on the kitchen counters (fucking gross, no), demanded that I pay taxes on the money they paid me (where do I start?), and flinched when I told them I too had a college degree from a Big Ten school (that’s right, asshole, we have the same amount of higher education), I let them know they would need to find another cleaner. At one point I balanced 25 different households, yet some of those homeowners acted as if they were unique and my only purpose was to cater to their requests and scrutiny. While I charged the same rates for every client and provided the same services with the same level of care and hard work, the people who wrote the checks were very different. ![]() I also have memories that make me cringe. I have years of stories and experiences that have shaped, entertained, and rewarded me. Over the last few years, I’m back to cleaning part-time while freelancing and providing LGBTQIA+ inclusivity trainings locally and nationally. When my kids went to kindergarten, I started cleaning again for a few of my favorite clients. I was a full-time house cleaner for several years before becoming a full-time stay at home parent. It was a job, and it sometimes felt like self-sacrifice. Relying on money from people who are blinded from their head being stuck up their privileged asses is not what I call fortunate. Cleaning a toilet isn’t the worst thing I have ever done nor am I embarrassed that this is part of my job the worst part of being a housekeeper is dealing with people who think I should simply be grateful for the fact that they have disposable income to throw at me, as if their success is my good fortune. ![]() The problem is the fact that she and others can’t distinguish us from the domestic work we do they separate us from themselves by seeing the most-in their eyes-demeaning part of our jobs. Even negativity towards her seems to be welcome in her eyes (#unrelatableAF) but she does provide a gross example I can use to point out a bigger problem that persists with other privileged and clueless folks who have referred to their housekeeper as only “the person who cleans my toilets.” ![]() Just like the TERF Who Must Not Be Named, I don’t want to give Rachel Hollis any more attention over her tantrum about being called out for having privilege. ![]()
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