Not Happy -- At least we move soon

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Notice how both of these items of food are half eaten? Guess who DIDN'T eat them? Mister or myself. When I came home on Sunday, we went to have a snackie -- only to discover that the snackie had previously been snacked. Mister had had a friend crash here -- we checked, he did not snack. This leaves only ONE PERSON who comes into our apartment: the cleaning lady from hell.

She is not returning. She's supposed to have one more date to clean, but this is beyond the pale for Mister. Hells, we spent almost $6 on that salsa alone! And to have had someone else be eating it and put it in our fridge?!

I am not happy -- we haven't even touched the salsa and chips because it's weirded us out. Frankly, I don't understand how she came with such a shiny seal of approval from our LL in the first place. Alright -- I just have to get over this. I'll never see her again.

R -- this post is the reason why I haven't posted much yet. I needed to post this one, and needed to have the time to be able to think about it rationally -- not my strong suit!

Grr

So I am pissed -- in addition to all that she's done the damage our property, this apartment and my happiness, our cleaning lady has trashed one of our saucepans (the biggest one no less) to the point that Mister and I should no longer use it.

It's a non-stick 3-qt saucepan with a glass lid able to strain pasta. Now, we've not always been perfect about not using metal in it, however we never go out of our way to scratch and scrape it.

Last night, while drying this pot (after washing it), I noticed many small pricks in the bottom of the non-stick surface. Pricks, like something had repeatedly stabbed through it, and lifted little sections to stand straight up. Pricks reaching straight through to the metal underneath.

Knowing how dangerous an improperly cared for non-stick pan can be, I pointed it out to Mister, and stated that I felt we should no longer use it, and wondered how this damage happened.

"Oh it was [cleaning lady]," Mister stated confidently. "She throws all of the silverware into there when she's washing dishes. I've seen her do it."

Excuse me?! Going out of her way to trash the objects that I'd rather not have to spend money to replace? (It was a good, solid, heavy-duty pot, destined for many years of use.) I was furious. If it hadn't been 10:30 at night, several people would have gotten phone calls from me, so that I could vent and get it properly out of my system. Also, I'd like to know what exactly kind of cookware she uses at home, since she doesn't know how to care for both cast iron and non-stick.

So, I wrote up a cute little calendar deciding when and how many times the cleaning lady would be visiting before we leave. Three. That's it. She will not be allowed in our apartment beyond those three times, and if she tries to give Mister shit about "not enough notice" (four days requirement is excessive, Ms. Cleaning Lady), she can go suck a duck.