Day 8
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television program
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
I didn't update for this meme for a while because, to be honest, I don't hold onto a lot of pics that make me sad. I found this one from ljsecret last week.
http://i49.tinypic.com/2u6pkpe.jpg
I don't know if the OP meant it for a postal worker they know, but it rang *so true* with me.
My father got a job as a mail carrier (those mailmen you see delivering mail) when I was still in diapers, but he got promoted because of his work ethic to a postmaster of a post office around the time I turned ten. AFter that, my dad went back to college for a Masters in some sort of business thing (I'm hazy on the details, obvi). He was promoted again, and by the September 11th attacks, he was working for a postal plant in Wallingford.
You remember the anthrax mail scares? That was his building. The CDC had to come to my house to test him for it.
A year after that, when I was finishing up 7th grade, my parents told me and my siblings that they were getting divorced. I spent the summer watching my dad pack up and move out of the house we had only lived in as a family for a year. A year after that, he married a woman he met "through work". I would later learn that he had been cheating on my mother with my stepmother since he had started working at the Wallingford plant.
He gets promoted, moves to New Hampshire, as a means of compromise (his job was in Vermont, but it was too far from me and my siblings). My stepmom gladly moves with him, and gets a job working in the same building as my father. This is during my sophmore year of high school, and I have been struggling with school for going on three years now, and this has become the icing on the cake of my *FABULOUS* life.
He lives in NH for a grand total of one year before getting promoted again, this time to RH. Its better in the long run, because it turned a 3 hour car ride into a hour long one, but until my dad was *sure* he had the job, USPS was paying for him to live in a hotel. For a YEAR. And when we finally got a house to live in, I'm pretty much set to graduate from High School. So technically (read: legally), I don't even have to visit my father anymore.
But now, after seven years of my parents being sepereated, divorced, and my father getting re-married, he is in the process of moving to Windsor, CT, the closest he has been since he lived in Wallingford. To be closer to me? My sisters? My little brother? Nope.
MY STEPBROTHER. The move makes it easier for my STEPMOTHER to see my STEPBROTHER.
TL;DR : My dad has been through the ups and downs of working for USPS, and when he comes back to my homestate, its for his new wife. There are lots of other tiny little details I didn't get into here (shit with my step mom, guilt trips, and so on), but reading that LJ secret reminded me of a note I left in a Postsecret book in a B&N that kinda sums it up well:
"My family would be so much happier if my Dad was still a mail carrier."
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television program
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
I didn't update for this meme for a while because, to be honest, I don't hold onto a lot of pics that make me sad. I found this one from ljsecret last week.
http://i49.tinypic.com/2u6pkpe.jpg
I don't know if the OP meant it for a postal worker they know, but it rang *so true* with me.
My father got a job as a mail carrier (those mailmen you see delivering mail) when I was still in diapers, but he got promoted because of his work ethic to a postmaster of a post office around the time I turned ten. AFter that, my dad went back to college for a Masters in some sort of business thing (I'm hazy on the details, obvi). He was promoted again, and by the September 11th attacks, he was working for a postal plant in Wallingford.
You remember the anthrax mail scares? That was his building. The CDC had to come to my house to test him for it.
A year after that, when I was finishing up 7th grade, my parents told me and my siblings that they were getting divorced. I spent the summer watching my dad pack up and move out of the house we had only lived in as a family for a year. A year after that, he married a woman he met "through work". I would later learn that he had been cheating on my mother with my stepmother since he had started working at the Wallingford plant.
He gets promoted, moves to New Hampshire, as a means of compromise (his job was in Vermont, but it was too far from me and my siblings). My stepmom gladly moves with him, and gets a job working in the same building as my father. This is during my sophmore year of high school, and I have been struggling with school for going on three years now, and this has become the icing on the cake of my *FABULOUS* life.
He lives in NH for a grand total of one year before getting promoted again, this time to RH. Its better in the long run, because it turned a 3 hour car ride into a hour long one, but until my dad was *sure* he had the job, USPS was paying for him to live in a hotel. For a YEAR. And when we finally got a house to live in, I'm pretty much set to graduate from High School. So technically (read: legally), I don't even have to visit my father anymore.
But now, after seven years of my parents being sepereated, divorced, and my father getting re-married, he is in the process of moving to Windsor, CT, the closest he has been since he lived in Wallingford. To be closer to me? My sisters? My little brother? Nope.
MY STEPBROTHER. The move makes it easier for my STEPMOTHER to see my STEPBROTHER.
TL;DR : My dad has been through the ups and downs of working for USPS, and when he comes back to my homestate, its for his new wife. There are lots of other tiny little details I didn't get into here (shit with my step mom, guilt trips, and so on), but reading that LJ secret reminded me of a note I left in a Postsecret book in a B&N that kinda sums it up well:
"My family would be so much happier if my Dad was still a mail carrier."