It has been decided…  This woman will NOT have any cleaning staff in her house.  And yes, it’s going to be chaos, but it’s a hellovalot better than having a dumm (sic), complainy woman following me around all day long.

I just told my mom’s maid off.  Yeah, right, it’s not my place to do that, but if I have to listen to that woman for 5 more seconds, I’ll do more than merely tell her to shut up and walk away.

It’s a “crash” thing - I can’t stand complainy people.  Life is good.  It’s precious. And wasting energy complaining about everything is a waste of that goodness.  Plus it’s ingratitude at it’s worst!

I usually only listen to half the story, and then I say the words…  No, I’m not rude, but the words are not the words that a complainy person wants to hear. They are… wait for this….

WHAT DO YOU PLAN TO DO ABOUT IT?

And while the person gapes like a fish out of water, not knowing how to react to such a direct question, I usually make my escape!

And now you know…