Well, the fact I have a cleaner seemed to cause quite a flutter. So here’s a whole post dedicated to justifying my laziness.
Why do I have a cleaner in Kyiv when I live in a flat the size of my bedroom in Sydney, and I’m cozily unoccupied in the employment department?
It’s because I’m a lazy twat. Oh, that’s not it! It’s because blogging has become a full time job. Nope, that’s not it either. Even though, it practically has (reading blogs, not writing).
To be honest, I have a cleaner because it’s so darn cheap. Hands up (Robin excluded) who wouldn’t get a cleaner when she only costs $20? And not only that, but I have the satisfaction of knowing that I’m
contributing to the scourge of the underpaid working class helping someone earn money in a country where a lot of people live below the poverty line.
And everyday life here is plain exhausting. Every three or four days, I do the following:
– Go to a money changer to… get some money changed
– Hike between three different and widely dispersed shops and an open-air market, just to get all the groceries I need
– Carry it all home in a backpack and numerous shopping bags that bang against my legs
– Walk up four flights of stairs because the lift is making really scary noises again
– Head out again to pay some bill or another (I miss internet banking)
– Visit the babushka in the kiosk up the street because I’ve inevitably forgotten something.
That, my friends, pretty much takes up the whole day. By the end of this little routine, there’s been that much physical exertion and contact with grumpy service people, the last thing I want to think about is cleaning the bathroom. My cleaner is my sanity preservation.
And while I’ve wasted a whole post on justifying why I have a cleaner, I still haven’t convinced myself that I’m not a lazy twat…
(At least I don’t have a nanny, a driver, a housekeeper and a cook. People here do. All up, salaries for those staff combined would cost the humble expat about $20,000 a year).