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I feel like The Incredible Shrinking April. I wish I'd either taken a "before" picture or owned a scale just so I know how much weight I've lost. It's weird to notice my boobs get smaller, but back in January I remember thinking "This is the upper limit of how big I want my tits to be," so having them go down a bit is hardly the end of the world. It's still disconcerting. I'm making an effort to eat more.
I've officially had the same blister on my right heel for a month. It doesn't bother me. It's just odd. Every day when I work it swells up again and then goes down a bit overnight.
I met a customer with a lemon tree that he keeps under a portable greenhouse in cold weather. He gave me one of the lemons. Except for ice water on my shadow day, that's the first time anyone's given me anything for being a mail carrier.
(There's supposed to be rules about what kinds of gifts mail carriers can accept (no cash, nothing over $20 in value) but in reality everyone accepts almost everything, and carriers who work in wealthier neighborhoods have been known to brag about their holiday hauls. I'm just amazed to work somewhere where I'm allowed to accept gifts at all!)
I'm realizing that one of the big disadvantages of being a mail carrier is that you are alone most of the day. Which means that if I get off on the wrong foot (I forgot a whole tray of mail back at the office and someone had to bring it to me, and then I was in one of those wealthy neighborhoods--AGAIN--where apparently no one wants to put their house number somewhere obvious or have their mailbox easy to find) and feel like I'm doing badly, there's not much to stop me from stewing in my own self-criticism. It didn't help that of the few times I called the office to check in, I usually got the supervisor that doesn't seem to like me. Ugh.
(Why is it that when I call up to check in, I only get him on days I'm doing badly? WHY?! I sometimes wonder if he thinks the other supervisors are just imagining the days that I'm fast.)
Buuuut once again I ended up chatting with a coworker (who came to take some of my work) and feeling tons better. Sooner or later it feels like I will have pestered the entire office into reassuring me.
Something I definitely missed about driving: singing along with the radio. Twice today I stayed in the van a bit after I was done parking it to sing--once to Goody Two-Shoes by Adam Ant (which I don't actually know the words to, but whatever) and the other to DARE by Gorillaz.
I've officially had the same blister on my right heel for a month. It doesn't bother me. It's just odd. Every day when I work it swells up again and then goes down a bit overnight.
I met a customer with a lemon tree that he keeps under a portable greenhouse in cold weather. He gave me one of the lemons. Except for ice water on my shadow day, that's the first time anyone's given me anything for being a mail carrier.
(There's supposed to be rules about what kinds of gifts mail carriers can accept (no cash, nothing over $20 in value) but in reality everyone accepts almost everything, and carriers who work in wealthier neighborhoods have been known to brag about their holiday hauls. I'm just amazed to work somewhere where I'm allowed to accept gifts at all!)
I'm realizing that one of the big disadvantages of being a mail carrier is that you are alone most of the day. Which means that if I get off on the wrong foot (I forgot a whole tray of mail back at the office and someone had to bring it to me, and then I was in one of those wealthy neighborhoods--AGAIN--where apparently no one wants to put their house number somewhere obvious or have their mailbox easy to find) and feel like I'm doing badly, there's not much to stop me from stewing in my own self-criticism. It didn't help that of the few times I called the office to check in, I usually got the supervisor that doesn't seem to like me. Ugh.
(Why is it that when I call up to check in, I only get him on days I'm doing badly? WHY?! I sometimes wonder if he thinks the other supervisors are just imagining the days that I'm fast.)
Buuuut once again I ended up chatting with a coworker (who came to take some of my work) and feeling tons better. Sooner or later it feels like I will have pestered the entire office into reassuring me.
Something I definitely missed about driving: singing along with the radio. Twice today I stayed in the van a bit after I was done parking it to sing--once to Goody Two-Shoes by Adam Ant (which I don't actually know the words to, but whatever) and the other to DARE by Gorillaz.