Now I realize that question is tiny and cruel. It assumes that work done with your hands is less valuable than work done with a computer. It assumes that if you clean for a living, you must be waiting for something better.
When my wife, Lisa, first told me about her friend Sarah, she said, “She’s a housekeeper.” In my mind, a blurry image appeared: a mop bucket, a faded uniform, someone invisible in the corner of a hotel lobby. I nodded politely, but I didn’t really listen . housekeeper - my wife's friend
She’s not just a housekeeper. She is a logistics manager, a sanitation specialist, a time-management artist, and often, an unlicensed therapist for her clients. Now I realize that question is tiny and cruel
What My Wife’s Friend Taught Me About Respect, Dignity, and the “Invisible” Work When my wife, Lisa, first told me about
I used to think I knew what a housekeeper did. Then I met Sarah.
My wife laughed when I said that out loud. “You thought she just dusted?”