mailman update

...because inquiring minds want to know.

I was going to give an addition to this yesterday. Here’s what it would have said:

Today the mail came at 4pm. Even though we have 3 mailboxes, our abnormally giant pile of mail - including bills, checks, catalogues, magazines and 2 inflexible large envelopes - was all crammed into one tiny square mailbox. I actually reached my physical limitations to get it out. I had to break the rubber bands holding it together with a key and proceed to pull out the mail one item at a time. When I got to the inflexible envelopes, I hat do brace one foot against the wall and pull as hard as I could. Some of the mail came out torn, but that was all I could do. The mailman bundles all our mail together with the aforementioned rubber bands and stuffs it in, without regard to how we’re going to get it out. We had another mailbox of equal size and one that was even bigger, lying there empty, unused.

Since there was more mail than normal, we assumed that some of the mail we should already have gotten ended up in today’s pile. It took me over an hour to finish it all, which meant I had to stay overtime. However, doing that ensures that

1) even though I am frequently late, I will stay if needed to finish my day’s work, and

2) somebody else won’t try to do it for me, inevitably messing it up and making more work for me.

However, when I got home, I was distracted by my new DVD set of The Tick (animated, not the live action version) and pizza. So no mailman update.

Today, however, striking changes occur:

Our regular mailman is back.

I didn’t speak to him personally, but he said he “didn’t want” 3 months off. There were a lot of complaints registered with the Post Office from the people in our building. There were signs posted everywhere with a phone number to complain. Our regular mailman had “heard” of all the problems we had. Our theory is that his job called him and asked him to return early. Otherwise, why would you give up 3 months paternity leave?

But our mail was here before 1pm today. It was sorted neatly into more than one mailbox. Only our mail was in our boxes. I’m assuming all of our mail was there, because there is a fair amount. A regular amount. And the mailman was nice to my coworker. No snapping, yelling, threatening. A smile, hello, and he handed her the mail. They had a conversation.

Happy mail days are here again.