During the first weeks of summer, I bought a new blender. Haven’t had one since Sam was a baby. I’ve been content with my Thunderstick which chopped veggies well enough. But my kids are crazy about smoothies and fruit shakes and a blender would not only keep them busy over the vacation, I would benefit too since I knew I would get a steady supply of cold drinks.
Then, after a mere two weeks, the house helper broke the blender. The pitcher cracked and that was it. How it happened was just mind-boggling. The blender was standing on the counter, she passed by and her arm hit it and it fell. It’s not like the space was cramped. But she still broke it. The one-year warranty would be useless since the damage was not due to some defect in the product but a defect in the house helper.
Darn, I don’t know what it is with this house helper. She’s been with us less that six months and she has broken more things in the house than all the other house helpers we had over the years lumped together. A framed poster, an industrial fan, Luminarc drinking glasses (which pissed Sam so much because she gave me the two sets of Luminarc glasses for Christmas)… and, the most recent disaster, the stand mixer that Speedy gave me on Mother’s Day.
What can I say? I know she doesn’t do it on purpose. And I’m not the kind who would demand that the equivalent amount of the damaged goods be taken off her wages. It must be the worst combination of clumsiness and ignorance about things that aren’t commonly used in the far-flung rural area where she comes from. It did pass my mind too that it might not be clumsiness per se but hasty movements — she’s always in a hurry to catch her daily dose of teleseryes.
Clearly, the girl isn’t aware of the cost. But accidents happen and it’s just up to us to take precautions rather than send her packing and do the house cleaning ourselves. The girl might be clumsy but, at least, the house is clean everyday. I don’t have to run to the gate either every time someone knocks or run to get the clothes from the sampayan when the rain starts to fall. Win some, lose some.
Sam and Alex have been told to wash or clean small appliances that they use. No more leaving everything for the house helper to wash. When my work table gets cleaned, I remove my MacBook. I even take out the camera bag with all the lenses when she cleans the bedroom.
I rarely rant about these things but I miss the blender now more than ever. With Alex’s braces, we really need one as JS and Chris point out. I can buy a replacement for the pitcher but the nearest dealer’s outlet is in Quezon City. If I consider the price of gas, the time, the heat, traffic and abala, buying a new blender next time I go to the supermarket (that’s today) sounds like a better deal.
So, there, I’ve gotten my frustration out of my system.
The second quarter issue of Code Red Magazine is out. The theme is Balance: ‘”Bigatins” attend adequately to all areas of their lives, defining what success truly is to them. With the proper values and skills on two wheels, parents can navigate the road through parenthood and still enjoy the ride of their lives.’
According to the Code Red site, my article, Parenthood is not
a power status, was published as a column. Been texting Carol, my editor, to ask what the significance is (in pesoses hehehe) but she’s probably still on her [short] trip somewhere.
Anyway, you can get the latest issue of Code Red from National Bookstore or by direct subscription.