Thursday, May 09, 2002

What I’m supposed to be doing: Driving up to springfield to see my sister.

What I’m doing: Reading Mo’s journal and downloading Sims stuff

What I want to be doing: Nap, nap, nap, nap, nap.



I have had quite a day. Yesterday while we were driving, um, Somewhere.. (We are ALWAYS driving somewhere, we never seem to be sitting still) Monica asked me if I’d like to learn her postal route and be her sub on her days off. Due to the fact that she’s a contract worker and not directly employed by the post office, I can, you know, DO this. I agreed, because lets face it, for $75 for 3.5 hours of work, I will do damn near anything. I had to get fingerprints done at the police office, and I was just so exhausted by the time I got home from talking with my recruits at Amanda’s last night that I did NOT want to drive back out. So I got up bright and early at 6:30 so I could go to the police office before I went to the post office. I got fingerprinted by a nice, relatively attractive policeman (It’s the man in uniform thing), and was on my way. The problem was, I couldn’t remember exactly how to get to the postal annex. I still had about 15 minutes before I was supposed to be there, so I pulled into Sonic and ordered their fruit taquitos while I called my house on my cell phone to get Monica’s number. Sadly, mom wasn’t home, so I had to try to help dad figure out the caller ID to find Monica’s number. After 3 minutes of explaining what button to push (There are 4 buttons), he said “Oh, here it is! It ends with 0899.” “No, dad, that’s me.” “Oh, ok.” “Push the left button.” “Okay, I’m pushing the right button…” “No, Dad, Left.” “Oh, ok. 089…” “NO, dad, that’s MY number! Keep pushing it here.” “08…” “DAD!!” “What button do I push again?” “LEFT! LEFT!” “Oh, here we go… 339-1430” “THANK GOD!” [click!] SO, I dail the number, and guess what. IT’S THE WRONG NUMBER! I gave up, got my fruit taquitos (which sucked, by the way, don’t get them) and drove right down the road. Yup, the postal annex was about a half mile away. Well, I got there and couldn’t find Monica, so I HAD to call her. I tried dad again, and FINALLY got the number after five more minutes.



So, basically, it was a rocky start to the morning. Monica then taught me how to sort mail (For the record, I now HATE BB Highway), and all sorts of postaly things I really should have paid closer attention to, since I’m supposed to do this by myself Saturday. Then we went out in her truck to do her first route with her driving, and me in the passenger seat sticking the mail in the boxes. It took an hour to sort, and an hour to deliver. Then we went back and picked up the second route, which technically belongs to this guy named Greg, but he’s lazy, so he just sorts it and we deliver it. The fun part about this route is that I get to deliver the mail to my house- hee hee! For this one we took the jeep, and I had to scrunch up in the back because there is only one seat in the front. Now, I must tell you, I am scared to death to drive this thing! Its basically the Great Big Green Go-Kart of Death. Seriously. It’s a 1970. The gas gauge is broken. The speedometer doesn’t work. It smells really, really bad. Woohoo!



So, mail delivering wasn’t all that exciting, to tell you the truth, and now I am really sleepy. And I really don’t want to go to Springfield. And I really don’t even want to go to Monica’s later. I really don’t want to do anything but sleep right now.



(note- right after writing this I fell asleep for 3 hours and didnt get ANYTHING I was supposed to do done. Oops)

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