*338 - pampered

It seems that people look at me and cannot believe that I'm capable of doing household chores - it's as though Evelyn can't possibly know how to wash dishes, or empty the trash, or operate the stove, or sweep the floor, etc.

Which, of course, brings me back to that horribly embarrassing moment a few months ago when Mr Boss found me sitting in desperation on the floor with the vacuum cleaner on my lap, calling up a fellow colleague in a panic and asking him how to turn the vacuum on, because I was too embarrassed to ask Mr Boss for help. (Turns out that I didn't know I had to plug it into the wall socket. Kinda slipped my mind that vacuum cleaners run on electricity, hahaha.) (It's just that my family doesn't even own a vacuum cleaner, okay!)

Well, just sayin'. I might be pampered, but probably not as much as you think! (: