Diasbled and loving it

My name's Peter (no pun intended, folks). I'm physically disabled, so I use an electric wheelchair for mobility. Because of this I have to hire people to give me a bath, clean up the house, that sort of thing.

I just moved to a new neighborhood because my work opened a new office. Typically, I work from home (I work with computers, surprise surprise), but I needed to live near the new office for those annoying monthly meetings that the boss forces everyone to go to. Thankfully, that's weeks away.

Now that the introduction is out of the way, let's begin my story...

Since I was new in town, I had to hire new aides and a new maid. The aides help me with daily hygene care, while the maid, obviously, cleans my house. This day was the first day for all of these people (I know, I know...scheduling these things can be a bitch), so I was still lying in bed when she arrived (I had given the agency a key to my house).

A short, skinny redhead entered my room with a perky "Hello! How are you today, Peter? My name is Melanie, and I'll be giving you your bath this morning!"

"Hi, Melanie. I'm fine. Please call me Pete..Peter sounds too formal."

"Okay, Pete!" she replied, with a giggle. "So, are we going to be using the shower, or is it a bed bath for this morning?"