Mail Carrier

November 5, 2013

     I lost my “I voted” sticker, dropped off my vest somewhere along the way. I ask people “Did you vote today?” and am quite discouraged when they tell me they just recently moved and do not know the candidates, that the politicians tell them one thing and do another when in office, they forgot it was voting day, didn’t have time, etc. Frustrating to realize that the system has gotten the better of us. Wasn’t easy to find the candidates position and took some digging to make a clean decision. I feel fortunate to have the assistance of the internet.

    No word yet from the interviewer I confronted last week. He is very scattered, forgot to send me the directions and website to read about his company prior to the meeting. I was locked out of the building and had to place a call to him and ask that he let me in. It would be a nice change, to have some consistent income and a permanent schedule to work around but won’t be the end of the world if I don’t get the Administrative position after all. I am accustomed to bit-and-piecing my work together to earn the income I need. In light of volunteering at the Mission, I understand just how fortunate I am. At least I am not sharing cat food with Grill and wondering if I have a cot at the shelter at night.

     Misting a little on our walk as I introduce myself to the new neighbor down the block. The sign went down a few weeks ago and I was pleased to see lights on in the house. Cory seems like a nice guy and told me to stop by anytime to visit him and his wife. I like being part of the welcome wagon, whether I have a basket of chocolate chip cookies or not.

    Registered hundreds of families for the turkey dinners this afternoon. Only one strange incident with a man who cut himself shaving and bled all over his pieces of mail, to prove his address. He joked about HIV symptoms and I was astounded Cindy willingly picked up his mail with her bare hands. I would have asked the gent to hold it up so I could read the current address through the little window. Since we pray with the leader before heading out to the big room to begin shuffling through the line, I assume Cindy believes she is protected by the lord from all ailments. Good for her.