Every Sunday one short guy comes to press (iron) my shirts. He gets paid a small sum for the effort he does. He does a great job. Besides it’s a pure waste of time and money to iron 7-8 shirts a week.
The fellow asks for small gifts or bonuses during the festival season. We give it grudgingly.
My room is cleaned once in a week by an old lady. She also gets paid a small sum.
There is nothing worse than a weekend without these two people. I will have to iron my clothes and clean my rooms all by myself. It’s not a pretty heavy task. But I can’t afford to waste away my precious weekends cleaning rooms.
I naturally get pissed off if my plans for the weekend are washed away because of these people. I am too unwilling to bother about their excuses. Why is it so? They aren’t my servants. They work for me in the same way I work for my boss. Why can’t I treat them as equals?
Haven’t they got the right for choice in the same way as I do?