I’m really starting to lose patience over this mask thing. The tracker hasn’t moved in almost a week since the package arrived at the P.O. around noon last Thursday. Now back in the day I had a gig working for the UPS (not this office), and I know roughly how this bit is supposed to work. After the package comes in it goes to the sorting room, where someone eyeballs the address and scans the address barcode showing which truck it has to go on to get to the final destination. This usually results in the letter or package leaving in the morning of the next day. Now with this knowledge and also knowing when the package was accepted by the post office (which I know because during the handoff from UPS to USPS the package was scanned twice, once coming off the truck and again going into the P.O.) the package should have been in my mailbox by Friday afternoon. That I’m still kvetching about this at 0200 Wednesday is ample evidence that said package is still not in my hot little fist. But enough kvetching about things not in my control, let’s kvetch about things I did have some control over.
One thing I had control over was walking to the polling location and voting to support my candidate for public office. It was about 0.8 miles round trip to the school where I vote and it was also 99°F dry bulb or 106° Feels Like which made for a very uncomfortable trip to vote, and also my popping the top off my last bottle of Shiner Weisse and Easy for the year, because they already stopped brewing that and there wasn’t much in the supply line this year to carry on through the summer. But, I voted and I got my little sticker on my shirt saying I did. Speaking of shirts, I did a little undercover electioneering by wearing my All-Powerful Bicycle Lobby t-shirt to vote today. Thing is unless the election judges know about this year’s shirt, or they can read Latin, it went completely under the radar in plain sight.
Tomorrow (actually later today as it is now 0311) I call the P.O. again and ask where my tiny package went. I expect a quiet conversation on my part, I don’t know what the other side will return.
Witch on a Bicycle 