Technical problems

One time, during the final hours of a very busy delivery day, my bicycle completely broke down in the outskirts of the city - in front of a lonely little farm. Some lovely folks there did their best to help, but none had the tools to fix a bike in such a bad state. I was already in overtime and ended up having to call my father and have him bring me his bike so I could finish the route. I got home real late and tired that day and can confidently call it the worst day I've had on the job.

The good thing is that every day since has been better.

Regret

One time I had a handwritten letter addressed to a couple from China. It had no return address, but I could deliver it just fine... or so I thought, but the lady who lived there returned the letter to me and said the couple did not live at her address. She gave a vague explanation as to where the couple might be, but no address, and I couldn't find them even after multiple loops around the neighborhood and many wasted minutes. In the end, I followed the procedures and sent it to wherever all letters without a return address go, resigning it to an uncertain fate.

I still wonder what was in the letter, and if it ever made its way to the intended recipient. I wonder if I should've looked harder or tried again another day. Maybe I should've just put it through the lady's mailbox again and let her handle it.

Duty

Sometimes the mail isn't organized properly. Sometimes I find a letter for a street I've already delivered at, which means I'd have to back there to deliver it. It's a deep frustration to have to retrace your steps like that, though, especially if the letter is a bill or advertisement. I'll never regret going the extra mile for handwritten letters addressed to 'mom' or 'grandma' though.

Satisfaction

New life experiences let you discover new joys. One of the great joys of delivering mail is having a lot of mail for a single address. When I'm just going through the mail to see what's next, and there's letter after letter after letter for a single mailbox. It's partially because it makes a dent in the work, but it also just makes the singular action of opening that mailbox and putting the mail in feel so significant. Hearing all those letters hit the mat or the bottom of the mailbox is like music.

Familiar city

I've lived in this city for decades, but only now am I really getting to know it. It's strange, finally being able to put a name on the street where I used to go to church, or where I used to go to school. It feels even more like home now.

Bad dog?

You see hundreds of dogs as a mailman. Some of them just look on or approach excitedly. Most of them bark out of fear or a sense of duty, but rarely, you see one that actually looks like it wants to kill you. That attempts to leap over the fence and crashes into it, barking and growling with the kind of aggression you don't hear from dogs in happy families.

I wonder if a dog that acts like that is happy.

Good dog

Passed by a lady with a dog. The dog ran straight up to me and practically jumped on top of me. Fortunately, she was a real sweetheart and seemed strangely emotional about me giving her a few pets on the head. 'She's acting like she hasn't seen you in years,' says the lady. It's true. Never met her all my life.

Neighbors

'Sir, I have a package for your neighbor at number 6 that I can't deliver. Could you hold onto it for them?'

'Huh?'

'I have a package for number 6 but they aren't present and it doesn't fit through their mailbox. Can you hold it for them?'

'This is number 8, not number 6.'

I had to find a different neighbor.

Mailbox

A kid on a bike, leading many more, called out to me and said 'You're a mailbox!'
I was so flustered by the statement I just said 'Yes.'
I'm a mailbox.

The Beginning

I have a job as a mailman. I'm going to use this blog to share odd or interesting things that happen to me out on my deliveries. The idea is to log very short and snappy reports of said experiences.