There were the countless cleaning ladies who were shit (refused to be paid with post dated checks), gardeners who were thieves (outrageous prices for mowing such a small lawn), and now aides who at $11 an hour are nasty (don't appreciate being told their grandmother's chicken recipe is shit) and insubordinate (utter refusal to rake the lawn so it will be easier to fire the gardener)!
With all of that said, Sybil has set some sort of record with her current aide. She not only has worked for her for over a year, but she also convinced her it was mutually beneficial for her to sleep in her home. I'm not sure what this woman's end game is, but she is either going for Sainthood or is planning to murder Sybil in what the courts will describe as self defense or a crime of passion. Let's hope its a combination of all three.
Case for Sainthood:
I called Sybil a week ago and this was the conversation:
Barry: Hi How are you?
Sybil: My back hurts, but I'm going to get the Mexican to rub it.
Barry: Can you please use her name. She has worked for you for a year.
Sybil (asking someone who is clearly standing in front of her): Hey, what's your name?
Lourdes: Lourdes
Sybil: Her name is Lourdes.
Barry: I've got to go. Talk to you later.
It's okay guys, she's not a racist. She likes her even though she's Mexican.
Case for a crime of passion:
I called Sybil yesterday and this was the conversation:
Barry: Hi How are you?
Sybil: Ugh I'm sitting here waiting for Lolita to get back from Friendly's.
Barry: Lolita? Don't you mean the Mexican, I mean Lourdes.
Sybil (laughing): Yeah Lourdes but I call her Lolita as a joke. She thinks it's funny.
Barry: I'm sure she does. I've got to go.
Case for self defense:
Coming Soon!
Wow. I only discovered this now and these have been so enjoyable to read! I worked at King's as a maintenance worker from the summer of 2016 to the summer of 2018. Mrs. Fein was a known quantity in the store. When I started out, she was in the store all the time, sitting in the electric shopping cart at the courtesy counter buying her lottery tickets. One night she forgot her checkbook and didn't have enough cash to pay for her lottery tickets. She insisted that she should go back to her home, get her checkbook, and continue to buy her lottery cards. When the customer service worker said she couldnt do that, she then said that I should come home with her to make sure that she gets her checkbook and shows back up. I'm not even kidding. She actually said that. Eventually, I think customer service just let her slide so the matter would be resolved. Anyways, your mother and I actually developed a sort of mild rapport with each other. Everyone else in the store couldn't get along with her, except for me. I eventually was able to recognize her car and would always get the electric car ready as soon as I saw it pull into the parking lot. Sometimes I would help her shop if she was buying actual groceries rather than lottery tickets. Then I would help her carry out her items. I think the highlight of our relationship was when we had the partial solar eclipse in 2017 and I let her look through my eclipse glasses. Judging for her reaction, I don't think she had ever seen any solar eclipse, even a partial one. Eventually, as time went on, her visits became less and less frequent, and by the time I left King's in mid 2018, she wasn't showing up at all. I heard that now she's completely housebound because of the pandemic and her old age. I hope she's well and I think she would remember me, if not my name than definitely my face. It's a shame you've gone dark the past 2 years and have stopped posting these anecdotes. They are very pleasant to read.
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