i want to go and get a drink from the vending machine, but the cleaning lady has her little cart set up just outside my door... like she's waiting for me to leave my room so she can come in and mess around with my stuff. and no, i'm not paranoid.
i had the "do not disturb" sign posted on my door and she still came in this morning. and when i went to the door, i said, "i don't need anything today." so she says "ok, i'll come back later." and handed me the do not disturb sign. so, again i said, "there's no need to come back. i'm all set for today. thanks."
and now, there she is, several hours later parked outside my door... waiting... i'm trapped! and i have focus groups to go to in less than two hours!
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Dear Cleaning Lady,
Let me start by saying that I like you. I find your accent very charming and you seem like a sweet lady. Don't get the wrong idea... I'm not looking for a relationship right now. Well, maybe I am, but not with anyone in Halifax. Ok, off topic...
Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I'd just like to be friends... friends who don't barge in on other friends when they're sleeping... friends who don't wait outside of the other friend's door. Friends who will let one another go to the vending machine to get a drink without having to worry about the impending awkward conversation that I swear we've had twice today already.
Please, cleaning lady, if you read my blog... I'm very thirsty. Please stop waiting outside my door. I won't think any less of you if you don't clean my room. It's really quite clean. I've only been here one night so far.
Sincerely,
Your new friend.
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