February 26, 2005
they wimped on me
The girls quit cleaning my kitchen about 6:30 yesterday evening. Hillary marched into the computer room, interrupted my deep thought processes and announced, "Mr. Rob, WE QUIT!"
I asked why and she replied, "That's just too much work. The more I cleaned the more things I found to clean, and I don't think I want this job anymore."
I went to look at their progress and they had done a good job on the sink and the stove, except for a couple of nasty pots that probably need to be hit by an industrial sand-blaster to make them clean again. I said, "Y'all did about half of what I asked you to do, so I'll pay you half the money I promised." That idea seemed fair to me.
"No, Mr. Rob," Hillary replied. "You hired me to do a job and I didn't do it. I can't take any of your money." (Kylie, who hadn't done shit except provide "EEEwwww!" sound effects while Hillary worked piped up and yelled, "TAKE THE MONEY, Hillary!!! Are you CRAZY???")
But Hillary wouldn't do it. I told her that if she changed her mind and wanted to come back today and finish what she started (she really HAS done most of the difficult work) our deal was still good. I don't know if she'll reconsider or not once the initial shock and fatigue wears off.
I found it admirable that she wouldn't take what I offered to pay her. She didn't finish the job. In her mind, she didn't earn the money. Simple as that. We need more young kids like that in the world.
I hope she comes back today--- not only because I like her and I DO believe that I owe her some money for the work she performed--- but because I want my kitchen clean, too. Hell, I warned her that the job was dangerous when she took it. She just bit off more than she could chew at one time.
I'm curious to see what she does.
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