Dark and wet...such a room here is. there is a small window with iron poles just up
Is here a jail? No. Warm lamp, comfy bed reminds me that I wasn`t in a jail.
Suddenly, An extension phone like alarm is on. This hair-raising sound makes me
think am I servant instead of a house keeper?
When I hear the sound I have to go up to ground floor immediately.
More than a month past in Sydney. I started to work at the 2nd work place.
In the morning, I help to make chldren`s lunch box. I put a sandwich made by wheat
bran,cereal bar, fruit, a small pack of biscuits etc. in to a colourful tupper ware
And I set a box of fruit juice with the lunch box put them into a children`s bags.
And I organize breakfast for the family. I eat something together.
After I saw them off at the kitchen and put everything away to certain place.
Next I turn a washing machine on.
At same time I vaccumming from 3rd floor. And I do cleaning children`s ,
wife&husband`s, guest`s & my own bath room.
On the middle of the way, I hang laundry out on the laundry line in a green grass
garden on 3rd floor.
And I go back to the formar work again.
Next, A glass of dining table,table of living room,A huge wall made with mirror.
I have to polish up all !!
I have to keep it up even children put their finger prints on it tomorrow again.
Rubbish bins out,dried laundry in...
This work killing me...Already It`s 3 a.m. now.
I think deeply. This is wrong.
I am a just normal working holiday maker.
Learning overseas culture, Travelling, these are main purpose.
Work?...just a little needs. Only when I want money.
This is really waste of time that a day past with only hard work.
As an interview, there were less work on the listed paper than present.
It`s increased day by day.
My working holiday agency wrote a letter to the host mother.
But she said me,
`If I pay you more, you solve the plobrem do you?`
( she wants hire me with cheaper wages than proper house keeper.)
Back to the laundry room and ironing. I pick my washed shoes out from
the washing machine. I took it out to the green grass garden.
Then I remember there were many people when child`s birthday party.
And a clown distribute balloons to wee guests.
It was the scene which I`ve been culture shocked .
I viewing a harbour bridge over there. Now I felt empty.
The host mother put tattoo eyeline in around of her eyes which doesn`t need
write it every day. Her bobbed hair until collarbone length with glossy black
colour. I imagine it`s like the Cleopatra from egypt.
Her walking like a qween always. The attitude maybe from her confidence
which successed to her business.
Host father is a smart lawyer.
The couple become billionaire themselves with their luck of their job.
This gorgeous mantion show us the brilliant story.
There was a bath room which the couple doesn`t use in this house.
One day the host mother orderd me to dust away of the bathroom.
I just went there next to their main bedroom & walk in clothet.
When open the door I surprise it.
What a wide bathroom is!! It`s like a public one.
I wipe from end to end of a dresser.
I thought if I put away those many small bottle of fregrance on the dresser bench,
must be easy to wipe up.
When I open the cupbored under the bench, I doubt my eyes.
I closed the door quick ,check behind me , and slowly I open the other side as well.
I saw same one. Which mean the dresser is fulled up with it.
Are they made money with it ?
No No...Maybe this is just tea leaves...Maybe.
I never say to my agency about the leaves,but I only say I want to quit
this job. Notice is one week.
One night. At the kitchen. I let the host mother know about it.
Then she shout me,
`If you don`t like it you shouldn`t stay here anymore. Get out from here
After a second ,
`You can stay tonight. But you have to leave here during tomorrow daytime.`
I upset. What can I do...Suddenly my friend`s face appered in my head.
He is really friendly person but he lives himself at a small room.
I still think in front of a land phone...
I flashed. Yes. Maybe she is OK.
I rang her. She said yes.
Tomorrow morning she came here for pick me up. The host mother gave
me $100 note and she said,
`This is your wages.`
And she showed me her back after she said,