Today I still have people at work asking when I am quitting my job to work at a museum and how much will I make doing hard labor. Apparently, I have not made the word "volunteering" clear enough. And trust me that nobody would do hard labor for free. Volunteers are not in a chain gang. I have yet to start, Tuesday is my first day. But then few ever listen to me anyway.
Then I ticked off the post office by neglecting the four-digit secret code numbers needed to explain what street and what floor I live on. Gee, I thought the house number, street name, and apartment number explained where I live. Every apartment complex begins the 1st floor with a 1 or A and so forth. The letter explained the high speed mail sorter can only read zip codes (so why write the rest of the address?) so it is most important that I include my full address to receive my mail in a timely fashion. Sorry I never noticed it being slow.
Post later. Bye!
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