![]() Because in their minds why should they make my job easier? Why pay me if they could do it themselves?įor the clients I was able to curate and maintain, the answer is easy: paying me with money is more than a transaction, it comes with respect and gratitude for what I’m able to do to make their life easier. While I was building my business, though, I needed to maintain a full schedule - even if it meant dealing with people who were happy to leave messes for me to clean. Once I was able to replace the people who asked me to not wear shoes in their house (they were indoor sneakers only used while I was working and kept my knees from and feet from hurting), questioned if I was using the toilet sponge on the kitchen counters (fucking gross, no), demanded that I pay taxes on the money they paid me (where do I start?), and flinched when I told them I too had a college degree from a Big Ten school (that’s right, asshole, we have the same amount of higher education), I let them know they would need to find another cleaner. At one point I balanced 25 different households, yet some of those homeowners acted as if they were unique and my only purpose was to cater to their requests and scrutiny. While I charged the same rates for every client and provided the same services with the same level of care and hard work, the people who wrote the checks were very different. I also have memories that make me cringe. I have years of stories and experiences that have shaped, entertained, and rewarded me. Over the last few years, I’m back to cleaning part-time while freelancing and providing LGBTQIA+ inclusivity trainings locally and nationally. When my kids went to kindergarten, I started cleaning again for a few of my favorite clients. I was a full-time house cleaner for several years before becoming a full-time stay at home parent. It was a job, and it sometimes felt like self-sacrifice. Relying on money from people who are blinded from their head being stuck up their privileged asses is not what I call fortunate. Cleaning a toilet isn’t the worst thing I have ever done nor am I embarrassed that this is part of my job the worst part of being a housekeeper is dealing with people who think I should simply be grateful for the fact that they have disposable income to throw at me, as if their success is my good fortune. ![]() The problem is the fact that she and others can’t distinguish us from the domestic work we do they separate us from themselves by seeing the most-in their eyes-demeaning part of our jobs. ![]() Even negativity towards her seems to be welcome in her eyes (#unrelatableAF) but she does provide a gross example I can use to point out a bigger problem that persists with other privileged and clueless folks who have referred to their housekeeper as only “the person who cleans my toilets.” Just like the TERF Who Must Not Be Named, I don’t want to give Rachel Hollis any more attention over her tantrum about being called out for having privilege. ![]()
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