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Human proportions are difficult to get a tangible grasp of. People even take classes for them. In the beginning, usually they only think about getting the limbs on the human, not about the muscles and the actual joints. They do not compare the size of the head relative to the height of the human. And it is one of the worst feelings to have when you cannot even draw yourself without distorting your body structure. 

Today, the maids came to my house. After an awful incident once when a pair devastated my bedroom, I have been vigilant by constantly asking my mom to let me know when she schedules a cleaning service more than a day in advance and making sure they do not make any mistakes. Still, that did not prevent all problems. In all of the times I had maids clean my house, I cannot say that I was satisfied once. It pains me to see my furniture rearranged; papers once organized now a disarrayed pile at the edge of a desk; a possession of mine on the ground; a complete disregard for my space; and what I view as a major step out of line. I do not believe a maid should be allowed to clean and rearrange anything they themselves deem fit. In addition, the ones I hire do not catch the dust hidden in the corners and on the molding, nor tidy the bathroom without leaving a faint odor from their towels on the counter.

On this otherwise perfect and lazy Wednesday, I was suddenly told during the car ride home that the maids had come to our house this morning. My mom, unbeknown to me, had arranged an appointment for tomorrow, but they'd come a day early. One maid, she told me, had been sick (she was sneezing the entire time) so she kicked them out soon later. With that, I was reassured that they had not cleaned my study yet. However, returning home I saw that nothing on my work table had remained in their previous spots. My computer laid in the center, with my papers and my earbuds scattered to its left and my wooden figurine and Ours-de-Vent to its right. Ours-de-Vent! Looking around the room, I also perceived that various things I kept on my bookshelves had been disturbed. It added to the chaotic appearance of the room. Having another experience of this kind, I have come to abhor maids. It may be unreasonable, as I know it must be, but I cannot stop feeling bitter, especially when I am thinking about the sick maid. 

Moon Cake Day is almost upon us! This year it will be on Thursday. I cannot wait to taste the cakes!