*I got a DUzy!* Oh, and so did Rabrrrrrr, BTW...

CaliforniaPeggy

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Fri Apr-25-08 08:14 PM
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OP by Rabrrrrrr:

I am having one of the worst days ever.
Earlier this morning, about 4:00 am, I was having a difficult time sleeping properly. Yesterday was the 30th anniversary of one my coopers working on my estate, and I allowed him and the other coopers to have a celebration in their cottage. Of course, they don't have electricity there (seriously, does anyone allow their household staff to have electricity in their living quarters? I should hope not) so they can't play loud music or anything, and their cottage is about 3 miles away on one of the corners of the estate, but I swear to God that I could hear them playing cards and laughing.

Naturally, I'm used to absolute silence in the night - who isn't, right? I mean, any sensible person immediately fires loud staff.

Anyway... it's about 4:00 am, and I'm having a rough time sleeping because of the excessive noise level, so I have the night valet ring the staff to send the overnight master-suite maidwench to fluff my pillows. Well, it was a good 3 minutes before she showed up. I've told the Head House Parlour-Maid over and over that she must have someone in my wing at ALL hours of the day, so that such intolerable situations do not occur. Three minutes? That's outrageous!!

But she shows up, and fluffs my pillow, and that helps.

But I also tell her that, given the nasty night of sleep I've had, I'll need a complete change of bedding. I'm not going to sleep in the same sheets and blankets and pillow cases that I had a bad night's sleep in! I'm sure you're with me on that one.

And I don't know about you, but the command "Fluff my pillow" has an implicit command also to bring a glass of warm milk, a variety of snacks, and the masseuse. Well, I don't need to tell you that none of the latter arrived with the overnight master-suite maidslattern, as I now think of her.

I let it slide, which I shouldn't have, but every now and again mercy rears its awful head. And, like now, I have never had that happen that I didn't rue it endlessly later on.

So, now tonight, I go to my rooms and discover that my bed has been changed, but instead of my own 30,000 thread count sheets, I've gotten the ridiculously harsh and unbearable 29,500 threadcount sheets that I allow the head butler to use, since he's been good to the family as were his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather.

There's that part of me that hates to be so strict, but I ask you - would any of you tolerate such things in your lives?

Of course I had the slattern executed, but I feel bad about it.

Maybe it's just the lack of a good night's sleep from last night, addling my brain or something, but I hope you can all understand with me how this day has been utterly without quality.

response #2 by CaliforniaPeggy:

Oh, my poor dear Rabrrrrrr...
Allow me to start a nation-wide search for more attentive wait-staff.

I mean, this is completely unbearable.

Nights like that one should never be allowed to happen!

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