The Schoolyear of Scott

I have a confession to make.  I’m about to come clean (pun!) on something that I have hidden from many people for a while.

I have a maid.

Not only do I have a maid, but I have a man maid.

That’s right, for $60 a month, a man cleans my apartment.  He’s been cleaning for me since October 2006.  In fact, he is in the other room right now, vacuuming.  And you know what?  I’m not embarassed about it.  In fact, I would like to spend the next few of paragraphs writing about my Man Maid.

My Man Maid comes to my apartment the second Monday of each month.  He is usually here for about 90 minutes, usually around lunch time.  He makes my bed.  He cleans my toliet.  He even cleans the inside of my microwave.  He always has a smile on his face.  He always is rocking out to jams on his walkman.  He seems to very much enjoy his job.

One day, about a year ago, he was really rocking out to his jams.  In fact, his walkman was turned up so loud, I could hear what he was listening to.  Coincidentally enough, he was rocking out to my favorite band, Pearl Jam.  Now, for those that have had the pleasure to see my living room or my bedroom (grrrrrrrr!), you will recall that I have many, very nicely framed, Pearl Jam posters adorning the walls.  I began to wonder just what the Man Maid was thinking at that moment, as he began to realize that he was cleaning the apartment of a Pearl Jam stalker.  I had to chuckle to myself at this point, and decided that the Man Maid experience would be much more entertaining to me if I began to mess with him a little bit.

These posters, by the way, did not in fact come with apartment, despite what my friend Darcy may have you believe.

Nowadays, when I know it is a day that Man Maid is showing up, I prep my apartment accordingly.  I put on my display a number of my Live in Atlanta cd’s, so he thinks that he is cleaning the apartment of a rock star (which, he is…www.myspace.com/scottegold).  I recently purchased The Shameless Carnivore, which is the account of a man named Scott Gold who attempts to eat 31 different types of meat in 31 days (review to come in the next few weeks).  That of course went right on display as well in my apartment.  Now the Man Maid thinks that he is cleaning the apartment of a published author.  I laugh and laugh and laugh to myself, all the while filling my lungs with the clean aroma that is only present the day after you apartment is cleaned.

I am going to miss my Man Maid when I move to DC, and to be honest, I haven’t gathered the courage yet to tell him that I will be moving.  Hopefully I’ll be able to find a Man Maid in the District that can compare with this guy.

And if I do, the first thing I will do is ask him his name, because it’s very embarassing to have been employing someone for over two years and still not know that persons name!

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