I care - but not for the right reasons. This job I have sucks any remnant of joy I might manage to muster for the season. I care because that means I am 10 days closer to having some sort of normalacy return to my world.
Other than Sundays and holidays, days off don't exist. If I am not "doing" a route, I am assisting in delivering the hundreds and hundreds of parcels that need to be delivered. Today it was parcel delivery. Got to work at 7:30. Got done at 6:30. I made repeated trips with my gas-sucking SUV filled to the brim, Thank goodness I get a fair and reasonable mileage reimbursement.
One of my stops today was at a farm I had delivered to before. There is a beware of dog sign at the driveway. In my previous experience I had never spied a dog. Always cautious, just in case, but never a dog to be seen. Today I was in a hurry. I didn't give any credit to the clearly bogus dog sign. I pulled into the driveway and turned around so that my car was facing the road and the back of it was facing the house. I got out of the car and went around to the back hatch and opened it up. A brown rottweiler seemed to come out of nowhere. Not particularly aggressive but why take chances? So I backed up slowly toward the drivers door and a black rottweiler magically appeared. The two had me pinned to the car with no where to run. I inched back toward the back of the car. I had so many packages there wasn't really room for me, but that was the least of my problems. In the most non-threatening manner I could manage I reorganized so I could sit inside the opening. Then I gently brought my legs inside, forced to place them somewhat up in the air over some parcels that were in the way. The dogs got so close they took the opportunity to smell my feet and legs. They drooled. They didn't bark or growl but they were BIG and showing their proportionately big teeth. I talked to them. They didn't seem to care that I was being friendly. My phone was in the front of the car so calling for help was out of the question. The dog spray issued to me was also in the front. After a few minutes the brown dog started to get bored with me and turned away. Reaching for the door in order to close it was apparently interesting and the dog returned to it's post - keeping me pinned to my spot. I did not know where the black dog had disappeared to so my imagination convinced me it was waiting just around the corner of the car to rip my throat out.
I was NOT having fun.
I eventually managed to get the door closed but found I was in quite an awkward position, in a tiny space, surrounded by parcels and my feet in the air. But at least I was safe. I moved packages around and shifted my weight, eventually getting on my hands and knees. I crawled through the inside of the SUV to the front but still had to get over the two front seats - with ridiculously high head rests and a ridiculously skinny gap between the drivers seat and passenger seat. I am very glad it is unlikely I was being filmed. Nothing about my climb through the car was graceful or dignified. These people did not get their parcels today and I don't care.
On another seasonal note, Peter roasted a turkey today. She... I mean IT is very delicious.
Peter has never cooked a turkey before. But that's not what makes this note worthy. This turkey is a natural, free range bird. Acquired from the people that had Rosie. I was told that Rosie has gone to live in Palm Springs and is happily enjoying the weather there. I was told that this is not Rosie.
I choose to believe.
