I'd like to think of this as malicious compliance meets housework, but let's face it, Amelia's probably not bright enough for that. Not really that entertaining, and stretching credulity at points I think (putting the lightbulbs outside, for example), but two things redeem it: the lemon meringue pie, because no-one who bakes well can be all bad. And the drawing of the dressed chicken in its little box, which got a genuine laugh out of me. Also, what lazy-arse employer can't measure 2 cups of rice on her own?