Going Postal
Jun. 18th, 2003 01:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbandruidThe new mailman is so on my shit list right now.
Went downstairs to check mail. Nothing in the box except- another package notice. Miserable, pathetic, lazy... it's only one flight of stairs, the exercize won't kill you... Asshole.
So I- and I can't believe I did this- go all the way back upstairs, sit and brood for about two seconds, then- grab my ID, the notice, and my keys, and head back out the door. I must have walked a quarter of a mile looking for the damn mail truck, in the heat and the humidity and all. And of course, since my distance vision sucks, I could've skipped half that walking distance if only I'd been able to see that the white blur up ahead was some guy's van, instead...
I cannot believe I did that. Of all the stupid-
Gods, I can't stand this apartment. Can. Not. Stand. It.
My kingdom for a house, a duplex, something not-the-apartment where your address isn't number thus and such, back of beyond, end of the cul-du-sac, east of the pool, behind those garages over there.
I take back every bad thing I ever said about the old mailman- and he was old, much older than the new guy, but the stairs never seemed to bother him, and...
Hell. I'm just too miserable. Off to take a shower...
...and it's a good thing I didn't mail-order OoP, because I would be really pissed. Not that I'm happy now, or anything...
Argh.
Went downstairs to check mail. Nothing in the box except- another package notice. Miserable, pathetic, lazy... it's only one flight of stairs, the exercize won't kill you... Asshole.
So I- and I can't believe I did this- go all the way back upstairs, sit and brood for about two seconds, then- grab my ID, the notice, and my keys, and head back out the door. I must have walked a quarter of a mile looking for the damn mail truck, in the heat and the humidity and all. And of course, since my distance vision sucks, I could've skipped half that walking distance if only I'd been able to see that the white blur up ahead was some guy's van, instead...
I cannot believe I did that. Of all the stupid-
Gods, I can't stand this apartment. Can. Not. Stand. It.
My kingdom for a house, a duplex, something not-the-apartment where your address isn't number thus and such, back of beyond, end of the cul-du-sac, east of the pool, behind those garages over there.
I take back every bad thing I ever said about the old mailman- and he was old, much older than the new guy, but the stairs never seemed to bother him, and...
Hell. I'm just too miserable. Off to take a shower...
...and it's a good thing I didn't mail-order OoP, because I would be really pissed. Not that I'm happy now, or anything...
Argh.
