Doesn’t everyone need a little xmas cash? Wouldn’t you totally agree to a parttime job that only lasts one month? Why yes, of course you would…just like I did. And what have I learned so far from this enlightening experience? So far, this: Brown is a color.
Admittedly I’ve always been doubtful of that, because like a true Leo my coloring book was always filled with vibrant bright reds, yellows, and blues, while my brown crayon sported its pointy freshness after all the others wore down to nubs.
Basic brown is the color of the UPS truck as well as the uniform of all of the employees that represent this fabulous company.
That’s right folks, this old gal is a UPS helper this year, hanging on tight with our friend Jim behind the wheel (Um, really really tight.)
I must admit it’s quite a hoot to see the faces of the recipients when they see me—that moment of uncertainty before recognition sets in is priceless. Nope, no hot dogs here, just your anticipated package that you’re so happy to receive.
This is no ordinary mailman delivery. You folks ASKED and PAID IN ADVANCE for the stuff we tote, so it’s a pleasure to bring a smile to your faces when you see The Brown.
This, my friends, is no easy job. In addition to sorting scanning and hauling, Driver Jim pays close attention to all of your personal preferences regarding package placing.
I may have heard him utter the word frisbee once or twice, but certainly he was referring to playing with one of his five children at the end of his twelve-hour day.
Everybody adores Jim, and for good reason. It’s gonna be a challenge to break him but I’m up to the task. By the end of this helper season I can guarantee his language will morph from Brown to, er, colorful, to say the least.
He is, no doubt, b-b-b-brown to the bone—a real dedicated company guy. And he’s got one heck of a long month ahead of him traveling with yours truly by his side.
Ladies, let me just say this. As much fun as your Zumba classes may be, I can guarantee that Brownies burn just as many, if not more, calories per session.
Spend a day or two on that big brown truck and watch your muscles grow and tone themselves once they’re finished screaming in agony.
Lucky for me I’m fresh off wood hauling season and not in winter slug mode yet.
The unfortunate detail of this position rests in the hours. A lifelong morning person such as myself is now forced to start the work day in the afternoon (almost happy hour in my world) and finish in the evening—aka dark.
I never like being out after dark and strictly adhere to the “street light rule.”
Needless to say, this totally messes with our supper time, and PR is not a happy camper. Last night’s meal consisted of a bowl of Chex, but I’m thinking tonight we’ll switch it up a bit to Rice Krispies. Maybe a banana on top just to make it festive.
I don’t want to bore you guys with Brown stories, but I can feel more of these coming like a train. Yeah, that’s right, a Santa train, which I’ll no doubt be riding right up ‘til Christmas Eve.
A big fat thanks to Tony Sege for hooking me up with this dream job. Not to worry—Santa’s got a real special gift for him this year…