Maids ... hard to live without them, hard to live with them

Maid A is the cook. Shortly before lunch, she either decides to take a bath, go to the bank or do something that will make her disappear when she is needed. She also works very slowly. One time a cousin ordered pastel de pollo and macaroni. Cousin said she'd get it at 5. When I asked the maid what time she thought we should start, she said 8 a.m. so we can take our time. Heavens.

Maid B. She's the one supposed to know where my things are, medicines included. Once I asked her for Buscopan. She gave me Mucosolvan. I said, "Buscopan." She said, "Sinutab?" Darn. Then this noon, as I was about to eat my Chow King Chao fan which was rather spicy, I asked her for hoisin sauce to go with the recycled roasted duck we had in Spring Moon last Saturday. Maid A as usual was elsewhere (in the bank, I remember). Maid B said, "ketchup?" I said, "Hoisin." The ketchup in sachets from Pizza Hut were on the table so they were the first thing she saw. I said, "in the ref, red cover." She lifted a bottle of Japanese mayonnaise. I said, "Red bottle, hoisin." She showed me teriyaki sauce. After some time, she said there was no hoisin. I told her to check in the ref in the kitchen. After a while she came back with nothing. I texted Maid A in the bank and she said it was in the ref in the room. Meanwhile Maid B was looking in the shelves where we keep the groceries, though I said it should be in the ref. Finally she checked in the ref again. It was there. I asked why she didn't see it the first time. She said she had only looked on the top-most shelf. arrghhhhhhh.

Sometimes I wonder if they annoy me deliberately.