My random is truly random. Late last night I put a bag of trash outside my front door. I didn't want to go all the way to the dumpster. Figured I would take care of it first thing in the morning. The neighbors whose front door is across from mine never use their front door so I don't worry about anybody seeing it.
Except I forgot to take care of it this morning and the mail-person delivered a package to my door. As soon as I hear the doorbell/knock I cringed in horror that the mail-person had to see (and smell?) my kitchen trash.
Also spell check doesn't care for "mailperson" at all but it's fine with "mailman". Get with the times spell check!
Post by creamsiclechica on Aug 15, 2015 19:35:37 GMT -5
Add another to the post PCS phase of loneliness/displacement. We were so lucky to get a housing assignment and our household goods around the same time, but we're in that limbo stage of feeling things out and it sucks. Finding friends is like dating all over again, and it's exhausting to dance those same circles of trying to get to know someone day after day. My husband isn't thrilled with his unit so far, and he's working twice as much as before, so we're both just fatigued and disappointed right now. I know it takes time, and we will get to a new sense of routine and familiarity, but the getting there is hard.
Ha. Yeah. As someone who used to carry mail I can tell you that mail carriers are called all kinds of things, but usually never professional. That could also be the reason why I never say mailman anymore. Since at least half the carriers I knew were female.