I do have a problem with excessive eyerolling.

My family is nice enough to leave the mail for me to fetch when I get home. I’m not saying that with any sarcasm at all. I love getting the mail. I have no idea why, there’s never anything in there but bills and fliers and crap, but still I love getting the mail. Except if there’s a spider in there, but that’s a different blog.

Yesterday there was an eye-catching flyer that gave me pause.

It was bright red and yellow with a Lichtenstein-esque cartoon lady on page one of the trifold. The blurb asks: UNHAPPY WITH YOUR MAID SERVICE?

Well, yes, actually. I am very unhappy with my maid service. She’s a surly bitch, that one. She’s always acting like she’s too good to scrub the toilet. She refuses to do windows and will give you the filthiest look if you suggest she mop the floors. She never keeps the cleaning supplies stocked. Essentially, she’s an awful employee and I don’t even know what to do with her.  

The eyerolling and and back talk is excessive and totally uncalled for.

Oh wait. I don’t have a maid. That would, however, be an excellent description of me.