Pissed off at the postman My UPS man has gotten into the nasty habit of leaving my packages at the neighbors. What happened to the good old days of leaving it on my doorstep? Or if you're not comfortable with that make me come and get it from the UPS office, but don't just give my package to someone I don't even know!
One time I had these neighbors that were the worst thiefs. Even though there was a fence between our yards they would jump over the fence and still shit. One time they actually stole my rake! Yes, a $5 rake. What the hell? And then, when I asked them if I could have it back, they told me it was there's. Like everyone else has to nail on their rake head like I had had too, and wasn't it amazing that they suddenly had a rake and I didn't. Another time I had my plane tickets to Japan UPS'd to me and the UPS man actually left them on the doorstep even though it required a signiture and these same neighbors stole my package. It took me a week or so to figure it out but I finally went over and asked if they had "accidentally" received a UPS package I was expecting. Sure enough they had. They had also taken the liberty to open it as well. Thank god it wasn't cash.
So anyways, I'd still rather risk the neighbors being tempted to pick up something that wasn't obviously there's to just giving it to them. It may not make any sense, but that's how I feel about it.
And then!!!!
We have really small mailboxes. They are so small you can't even fit a magazine in them - and certainly not the junk mail. This would seem like a blessing except that my apartment's door is right next to the mail boxes and the postman just leaves everyone's junkmail on my doorstep. I can't think of much worse than coming home to a 6 inch pile of junk mail on your doorstep. It's bad enough to get you own - now imagine it times 8. Fucker!
Tada! I have DSL AND Yahoo Messenger. I also have a very messy and empty house, but that's beside's the point. Before I was bored with the idea of writing by the time I finally got to the web page. Now that I have a faster connection I promise I will write more - next week.
Have I mentioned that I'm an idiot lately?
In case you were wondering - I still am.
I was in Barnes & Noble the other day with the boys and I see this guy I've seen before. In fact, the last time I was in Barnes & Noble I saw him and thought I recognized him. I couldn't remember where I met him, and since I've met so few people since I've moved here was wondering who would have introduced us. The odd thing was that I was pretty sure our first meeting hadn't gone very well. I kept picturing him scowling and being sarcastic but couldn't remember for the life of me what he had said or where he had said it. Completely drew a blank.
Since I have this narcistic desire to make everyone like me I decided I should at least say hi, because he probably recognized me and was thinking "There's that bitch again. She never says hi." I walk up to him, kids in tow and say, "Have we been introduced before? You look really familiar, but I can't for the life of me remember why."
"I'm an actor," he responds.
"Oh, then we probably haven't met before. Sorry."
"My name is John Something or Other. What's yours?"
"Malisa Evans. Sorry to disturb you. Do you live around here? I've seen you here before."
"No, I'm just here for this little show we're shooting called Scrubs."
"Oh, I see. Thanks. Have a good night."
Very nice guy. However it took me a full 5 minutes to realize that I've watched Scrubs before and he's the young sarcastic ass of a doctor, which is why I had the odd feeling he had been unpleasant the last time we met.
