No maid!
Here's a blow by blow:
Friday, Day 1: Although she didn't start the first day until about 10:00 a.m., around 1:30 p.m., she asked if she could leave early. I won't say I was pleased (thinking it was a sign of things to come), but I said that I understand that the first day is always the hardest, so I said she could leave at 4:00 p.m., an hour early. When I asked her to clean the shower, she said it would have to wait until Monday as she can't get her feet wet after 3:00 p.m. At 3:40 p.m., she came to me with her purse in her hand to say goodbye.
Saturday: Almost all Honduran maids work at least a half day on Saturdays. When I hired her I told her she could have Saturdays off for the same salary.
Monday, Day 2: She arrived 15 minutes late. She complained about what we were having for lunch (baleadas − tortillas with beans, eggs, and cheese). At 1 p.m., she asked if she could have one of the sausages that she had found in the freezer. At 2:00 p.m., she asked if she could leave early.
Tuesday, Day 3: No show!
Saga continued on Day 4.
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