(Draft written on March 10, 2015)
Hello! Does any of you know that song? 🙂
Sorry if ang lakas makapang-tanders ng title…I’m an old soul when it comes to music. And I can’t help but rewind and rewind the last part of that haunting smooth jazz by June Christy. But it’s really the theme of my last week.
As I have promised, I’m gonna give anyone who cares a hoot a round-up of my last week’s mga ganap.
Warning: this is full of nega stories, sorry.
OK. So like what I said on my previous blog post, the first two days of last week were uneventful. Wala lang. But on Tuesday night, the drama started. Our three helpers finally spoke out how our “mayordoma” (who was on her dayoff) treated them. All of them were unanimous in saying that when we’re out (which is very common these days..we’re out of the house 3-4 days a week), she does her personal chores and neglects her tasks. Worse, she maltreats them daw. As in one of our female helpers said that she cries herself to sleep every night and that the sight of their leader makes her tremble in fear. I was not supposed to believe this right away, but just hours before that I got furious when I heard her talk to Randy over the phone. Grabe, ang bastos. Everyone in the office who heard her (she was on loudspeaker and she knew it) was astounded that she had the gall to use that tone of voice to Randy. Like when Randy told her that since she did not want to come with us to Sta. Rosa when we’re there 3-4x a week, she has to get our other helper’s tasks (who comes with us), which included doing the laundy and ironing the clothes (kasi ano pang gagawin n’ya when we’re not around, di ba?), she actually told Randy, “Ano ipapasa n’yo sa akin ang trabaho ni April?!?” Grabe. So on Friday we decided to let her go. Randy texted her that we were letting her go. As usual, ang bastos nanaman ng dating ng reply. All the more we felt that we made the right decision. Kesehodang magkulang kami ng tao at ang mahal ng ibinayad namin sa agency sa pagkuha sa kanya, good riddance still.
On Thursday, I briefly went to the mall with Raviv and his yaya to buy Raviv’s long-sleeved polo shirt for his priest costume. While at the mall, I noticed that his yaya was shaking. I asked whether she was OK. She said she felt sick. I told her to rest when we get home and I’ll just take care of Raviv. At home, I told Randy what happened with yaya. He said he suspected that yaya was really preggers. He mentioned that to me weeks ago, but I refused to believe him.
I really, really like this yaya of Raviv. She’s the best we’ve ever had so far: she is neat, very smart, diligent, and even speaks English well. As in. May linya pa ‘yan kay Raviv na, “Don’t whine Raviv”. WHINE!!! O ‘di ba? While I admit that I feel like she doesn’t really love Raviv as much as Yaya Isay or Yaya Gigi did, I still like her because of the qualities I’ve mentioned. In fact, I wanted to reward her by promoting her to being a teacher’s aide at Gymboree, ‘coz she really deserves it.
Anyway, back to the preggers issue. I asked our office secretary what she knew. She confirmed Randy’s suspicions that yaya was pregnant. Almost 3 months. Homaygas. The father is our dogs’ caretaker. We felt really bad because we had such high hopes and great plans for yaya. In fact, Randy and I discussed that we would increase her salary next month. Now I don’t know. She’ll be MIA for a long time. And I don’t know whether we would adopt her “new family” just as we did with Yaya Isay and Dodong.
Speaking of buntisan, I have another sad news. Remember our former helper who was (again!) impregnated by our former dog caretaker (na ayaw panagutan)? Yesterday her sister called and informed us that her baby died the day after it was born. Sigh, nakakalungkot.
You might get angry at me but…
Guys, I’m sorry but I have to tell you something. Feeling ko maraming magagalit at mao-offend. Pero bahala na, malay natin may matauhan…you know, I really don’t understand how come unplanned pregnancies happen very often. As in hindi. I can’t even begin to fathom how people could take chances knowing that a few minutes or seconds (or however long the orgasm takes place) of unrestrained pleasure has very high chances of changing BOTH of their lives, with matching damay na innocent baby. To tell you honestly, I’m riled up right now thinking how so many people could be that irresponsible. Hindi mo na nga alam saan ka kukuha ng sunod mong ipangkakain, or alam mo na nga that getting pregnant or impregnating someone will break your parents’ hearts and shatter your dreams, sige pa nang sige. All for a moment’s pleasure. Some might say naivete is the cause, pero hindi rin. There are so many highly educated people with access (proximity and financially-wise) to all kinds of birth control methods who still “risk it”.
On Friday again, Raviv had to say goodbye to his school and best friend. Like I said on my previous post, it was really sad because we all loved his school so much. It’s great that I have somehow befriended some of the parents of Raviv’s classmates, and we are planning playdates and get-togethers so that our kids don’t lose touch.
On Saturday while I was incredibly busy helping out with the first birthday party we were hosting, the mayordoma I was talking about was texting us nasty things. Apparently she was at our house, wanting to remit and account the budget we gave her and get her last wage. She knew very well we wouldn’t be at home on that day, and when we told her to return or to go to Sta. Rosa, she got angry. And she accused me of ransacking her hiding place and taking away the remaining money from her budget! My golly—I didn’t even know where she hides her money, and I don’t even go in their quarters! She was insinuating that I wanted it to appear as though she were a thief. I was really pissed off, but I could not bring myself to entertain her text messages because I was so busy. So busy that I only had a half-eaten Nissin’s Seafood Cup Noodles from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m.
And finally on Sunday, we thought all drama went pffft. But no! We went to Manila and when we got back to Sta. Rosa, lo and behold: there was a huge grass fire near our building! Grabe!
Greenfield City, Sta. Rosa City grassfire
Even though there was a firetruck on standby, we couldn’t help but be restless because the huge fire was really roaring and the wind was strong that night. We only slept when the fire was put out completely.
And now that my burning desire to share my week has also been quenched, I’ll park now and sleep…time now to say goodbye! I pray that we still have plenty of times to say “Hello!” again to each other.