I can't friggin believe it. My tooth that had a crack in it, and was "repaired" by the so called dentist that I believe was a butcher in a previous life, has now lost a filling.
I started to feel a bit of pain again a couple of days ago, thinking that I must find another dentist and have it checked by a professional. Wrote an email to somebody who was recommended to me and hope to hear from them on Monday.
However, today when I was talking to some friends about it, I realized all of a sudden that hey, there is a hole there. Must've just happened, 'cause this morning it wasn't there. I may now have swallowed some amalgam.
Now waiting to hear a clink in my toilet.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Friday, October 30, 2015
15%
I have now lived in my fabulous flat for over six years. The house has four flats and my share is 22% of the house. This means that I should roughly have that percentage of the cost. However, the first few years I had heating cost way above my share, up to 34%, but it took me some years to realize that.
First of all, we only get the numbers once a year so it was only after three years (year four) when I did a comparison and realized I was way above where I should've been. I had a guy over from the heating company to adjust my heating thingie, and to explain to me how the cost could've been so high. Turned out that it probably was because the balcony door was open (for the cats) too often, and when the floor heating was on the heat disappeared through to the balcony and the system was working hard to keep an even temperature. Expensive little hairy monsters!
So since a few years I have strived to not only be restrictive with the balcony door, but also to not switch on the heating too early in the autumn. This years it's been off since April and I still haven't switched it on. Despite that, I have around 22°C in the flat (thanks surrounding neighbours and the hot summer).
And today I got the reconciliation papers for the past year, and I'm down to 15% of the heating cost for the whole house! Pat on back big time!
First of all, we only get the numbers once a year so it was only after three years (year four) when I did a comparison and realized I was way above where I should've been. I had a guy over from the heating company to adjust my heating thingie, and to explain to me how the cost could've been so high. Turned out that it probably was because the balcony door was open (for the cats) too often, and when the floor heating was on the heat disappeared through to the balcony and the system was working hard to keep an even temperature. Expensive little hairy monsters!
So since a few years I have strived to not only be restrictive with the balcony door, but also to not switch on the heating too early in the autumn. This years it's been off since April and I still haven't switched it on. Despite that, I have around 22°C in the flat (thanks surrounding neighbours and the hot summer).
And today I got the reconciliation papers for the past year, and I'm down to 15% of the heating cost for the whole house! Pat on back big time!
Exit work
So I resigned after two weeks of delivering mail. The reason was not that I didn't like the work, I did, fresh air, movement and the work appealed to me. Everything neatly in order, and only myself to rely on getting the job done.
However, working for free for a private company is not for me. Six hours of my time invested, and minimum wage for two and a half. Not my cup of tea.
It is possible that I could've learned to sort all the piles a bit quicker with time, but still, to do it properly so that you don't have to go back to an address with an item you sorted incorrectly, takes time. And I don't think anybody, except for maybe an athlete, could drag around 70-80 kg's in one round. Besides, the wagon was too small to take all the mail. When I stuffed the two bags, there were still six piles that didn't fit.
However, I offered the manager to come to my place and show me how it's done in the time allotted, saying that if she could do it I could learn, and guess what? No reply, even though she claimed she had done the round herself. Ha! Well, good luck with finding a loser who wants to work for free.
However, working for free for a private company is not for me. Six hours of my time invested, and minimum wage for two and a half. Not my cup of tea.
It is possible that I could've learned to sort all the piles a bit quicker with time, but still, to do it properly so that you don't have to go back to an address with an item you sorted incorrectly, takes time. And I don't think anybody, except for maybe an athlete, could drag around 70-80 kg's in one round. Besides, the wagon was too small to take all the mail. When I stuffed the two bags, there were still six piles that didn't fit.
However, I offered the manager to come to my place and show me how it's done in the time allotted, saying that if she could do it I could learn, and guess what? No reply, even though she claimed she had done the round herself. Ha! Well, good luck with finding a loser who wants to work for free.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Friday, October 23, 2015
Celebration
Yesterday was busy, but it ended very nicely. Some very good friends and I were celebrating for several reasons. One, that I got accepted by the canton of Zürich, and yes, another reason too :). Let me give you a hint, I feel younger and fitter than ever. Even though I may not be.
We spent the evening having first an apero, then a delicious dinner and an interesting tour in the house where we were.
The table was set with fresh flowers and as a starter we got a yummy salad, for main whisky-flambeed meat with baked tomatoes and roasted potatoes, and a sauce made from the flambe-remains. Dessert was as usual my fav, a rolled cake with raspberries and cream. And I got a bag of leftovers with me!
In the end of the evening we got a tour of the house. Of course, I've seen it before, but now a feature had been added. A specially made table to fit into the attic, surrounding the chimney, holding a miniature town including public transportation. It is funny to think that the people living there are older than me, but I gotta admit, once I got to drive the trains, I got hooked. It was fun!
But you had to drive carefully, otherwise a wagon or two would get on the lose. Just happy it doesn't happen in reality.
We spent the evening having first an apero, then a delicious dinner and an interesting tour in the house where we were.
The table was set with fresh flowers and as a starter we got a yummy salad, for main whisky-flambeed meat with baked tomatoes and roasted potatoes, and a sauce made from the flambe-remains. Dessert was as usual my fav, a rolled cake with raspberries and cream. And I got a bag of leftovers with me!
In the end of the evening we got a tour of the house. Of course, I've seen it before, but now a feature had been added. A specially made table to fit into the attic, surrounding the chimney, holding a miniature town including public transportation. It is funny to think that the people living there are older than me, but I gotta admit, once I got to drive the trains, I got hooked. It was fun!
But you had to drive carefully, otherwise a wagon or two would get on the lose. Just happy it doesn't happen in reality.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
New flatmate
As of today I have a new flatmate, so spent the whole day cleaning and preparing. NOT! No, of course I had done that earlier, so everything was in pristine order when he arrived.
And I don't have a feeling he'll be a bother. He's studying and working and will be busy and away a lot.
And no, he doesn't have a problem with me blogging about it. I asked.
Since he arrived a few days earlier than expected I hadn't prepared any food, but we agreed to have a meal together on Friday. I asked if there is something he doesn't eat, and yes there is. Lemongrass and ginger. Haha. Those are ingredients I almost never cook with anyway, so this'll be fine. Lemongrass anyway, what is that? Some Asian stuff?
And I don't have a feeling he'll be a bother. He's studying and working and will be busy and away a lot.
And no, he doesn't have a problem with me blogging about it. I asked.
Since he arrived a few days earlier than expected I hadn't prepared any food, but we agreed to have a meal together on Friday. I asked if there is something he doesn't eat, and yes there is. Lemongrass and ginger. Haha. Those are ingredients I almost never cook with anyway, so this'll be fine. Lemongrass anyway, what is that? Some Asian stuff?
Many heavy things
Oh dear. Tomorrow another batch of catalogues and letters will arrive for me to sort. And the company has upped their game, increasing the documents from 229 last week to 336 this week, and from 49.6 kg to 68.7 kg. To this has to be added the weight of the boxes and the trolley. Not even sure I can make that in two rounds. More than 40 kg's per round. Ouch!
So first I shall exactly measure how many minutes it takes to sort, then I will very accurately measure how long it takes to deliver and communicate that to the company. If they are not willing to pay for the time I work, I shall say goodbye.
So first I shall exactly measure how many minutes it takes to sort, then I will very accurately measure how long it takes to deliver and communicate that to the company. If they are not willing to pay for the time I work, I shall say goodbye.
Swiss XXI
No more than almost four months it took for the canton to approve me! Yes, I'm being a tad ironic here, but hey, having lived in Switzerland for 13 years one gets accustomed to the bureaucracy.
However, the decision was taken already on the 27th of August, but arrived to me only today, almost two months later. Where happened to my application in between?
And I'm a bit confused. I think they say that within 3-5 months I shall receive the formal acceptance, and then I have to supply copies of my payments, both to the city and the canton. Why I ask? Because it earlier said that my application wouldn't go any further unless I paid, so they must know that I did pay. Communication people! Plus the original document that I am approved. Which I first thought was the paper I received today.
I shall have to consult with a real Swissie!
However, the decision was taken already on the 27th of August, but arrived to me only today, almost two months later. Where happened to my application in between?
And I'm a bit confused. I think they say that within 3-5 months I shall receive the formal acceptance, and then I have to supply copies of my payments, both to the city and the canton. Why I ask? Because it earlier said that my application wouldn't go any further unless I paid, so they must know that I did pay. Communication people! Plus the original document that I am approved. Which I first thought was the paper I received today.
I shall have to consult with a real Swissie!
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Charity work
Woke up really early today, eager to get going with my new job. Had a friend over yesterday, who convinced me to it in two rounds, it was far too heavy to not only drag around but also to get down and up the stairs in the tunnel. Smart advice. No point in risking ones life, tilting the wagon and get it on top of me.
So off I went with about 35 kg's worth of catalogues and mail. And it went kinda fine. I knew the round, but I hadn't checked out the mailboxes (why would I?). So at every stop it was digging into the box on the wagon, finding the mail for that particular address and deliver. In the middle of the piles I found mail not in my address list, which means I have to send it back.
Came back two hours and 15 min later. Had a break and then went off again with the rest. The second round started out a bit bad. The wagon tilted in the stairs, and mail started to pour out (hadn't secured it enough). Fortunately it was only ten or so. The rest of the round went fine. A couple of them couldn't be delivered, 'cause nobody with that name didn't live at the stated address. Those also have to be sent back. Second round took two hours and 25 minutes.
The problem is that it takes me about 15 min to get to the starting point, and then 15 min back. Plus the fact that the round is impossible to make in the stated time.
I get all in all paid for 2.5 hours incl sorting. Yesterday I spent about 1.5 hours sorting, which I probably could get down to quite a bit under an hour, now that I have a methodology that works. Everything was immaculately sorted! I was proud of myself.
But then the rounds together makes 4 hours and 40 minutes, say altogether 6 hours spent, and I get paid for 2.5 hours. Plus I have to code the mail to send back and post it. Do I feel used? Absolutely. Who wants to work for free when it's not for a good cause?
I shall now wait to see if the company asks for my feedback, and then take the opportunity to discuss the pay with them. Otherwise, you know what'll happen.
So off I went with about 35 kg's worth of catalogues and mail. And it went kinda fine. I knew the round, but I hadn't checked out the mailboxes (why would I?). So at every stop it was digging into the box on the wagon, finding the mail for that particular address and deliver. In the middle of the piles I found mail not in my address list, which means I have to send it back.
Came back two hours and 15 min later. Had a break and then went off again with the rest. The second round started out a bit bad. The wagon tilted in the stairs, and mail started to pour out (hadn't secured it enough). Fortunately it was only ten or so. The rest of the round went fine. A couple of them couldn't be delivered, 'cause nobody with that name didn't live at the stated address. Those also have to be sent back. Second round took two hours and 25 minutes.
The problem is that it takes me about 15 min to get to the starting point, and then 15 min back. Plus the fact that the round is impossible to make in the stated time.
I get all in all paid for 2.5 hours incl sorting. Yesterday I spent about 1.5 hours sorting, which I probably could get down to quite a bit under an hour, now that I have a methodology that works. Everything was immaculately sorted! I was proud of myself.
But then the rounds together makes 4 hours and 40 minutes, say altogether 6 hours spent, and I get paid for 2.5 hours. Plus I have to code the mail to send back and post it. Do I feel used? Absolutely. Who wants to work for free when it's not for a good cause?
I shall now wait to see if the company asks for my feedback, and then take the opportunity to discuss the pay with them. Otherwise, you know what'll happen.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
The 70's are back
Last time in Ikea I saw a lamp that appealed to me, and so today I went there again in order to purchase. I wanna move the current lamp from the living room to the guest room, which doesn't have a ceiling lamp, and have a new one in the area where I spend most of my time.
I had read up on the website but seemingly not enough. I read that the LED to be connected to the lamp had to be bought separately, so I thought great, I can choose. Not.
I cannot believe the LED to be incorporated in the lamp only came in orange and green. What was Ikea thinking!
So we went through the whole warehouse passing the cash counter without a single item. Not often that happens I'm sure. But not to worry Ikea, I spent a minor fortune in your food shop, and now that I'm thinking about it, didn't show my family card. Somebody should teach the shop assistants to ask for it.
I had read up on the website but seemingly not enough. I read that the LED to be connected to the lamp had to be bought separately, so I thought great, I can choose. Not.
I cannot believe the LED to be incorporated in the lamp only came in orange and green. What was Ikea thinking!
So we went through the whole warehouse passing the cash counter without a single item. Not often that happens I'm sure. But not to worry Ikea, I spent a minor fortune in your food shop, and now that I'm thinking about it, didn't show my family card. Somebody should teach the shop assistants to ask for it.
Ordnung muss sein
So this morning at dawn the delivery arrived. All the equipment, catalogues and stuff I am to deliver tomorrow and/or on Friday. It was a tad more than I had expected actually, and quite overwhelming.
However, I am a person who likes to put things in order so I started using the methodology the teacher told us yesterday. That went down the drain immediately, when I realized that we yesterday sorted only a few piles.
After a quick smoking break I went on it again, sorting into piles. Every delivery has a number, where the three last ones indicates where it comes on your round. So I made 13 piles, one from 1-10, 11-20 and so forth up to 127. Then I sorted each individual pile so that everything comes in order. I found two in the wrong place, who knows how many I'll find tomorrow? Which means I will then have to go back and lose time.
Then came the task of putting it into the boxes I got in an order that makes sense.
And yes I know you're not supposed to put it on the floor (maybe other people have dirty floors?), but 90% of it were in plastic and I don't have a table big enough.
And I gotta admit, that trolley is heavy like a person, which it indeed is if you weigh 62 kg's. There is no way I can get that thingie down the stairs and up again in the tunnel to get to my starting point. So I either have to make a longer round, schlepping that trolley after me, or make it in two rounds.
This company certainly makes you work for the (little) money. I have a totally newfound respect for postmen. On the other hand, they usually have a vehicle.
However, I am a person who likes to put things in order so I started using the methodology the teacher told us yesterday. That went down the drain immediately, when I realized that we yesterday sorted only a few piles.
After a quick smoking break I went on it again, sorting into piles. Every delivery has a number, where the three last ones indicates where it comes on your round. So I made 13 piles, one from 1-10, 11-20 and so forth up to 127. Then I sorted each individual pile so that everything comes in order. I found two in the wrong place, who knows how many I'll find tomorrow? Which means I will then have to go back and lose time.
Then came the task of putting it into the boxes I got in an order that makes sense.
And yes I know you're not supposed to put it on the floor (maybe other people have dirty floors?), but 90% of it were in plastic and I don't have a table big enough.
And I gotta admit, that trolley is heavy like a person, which it indeed is if you weigh 62 kg's. There is no way I can get that thingie down the stairs and up again in the tunnel to get to my starting point. So I either have to make a longer round, schlepping that trolley after me, or make it in two rounds.
This company certainly makes you work for the (little) money. I have a totally newfound respect for postmen. On the other hand, they usually have a vehicle.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
A new profession
Today I've been educated to a new profession. It took 2.5 hours. I guess that's why they pay minimum wage :).
However, it wasn't as easy as I first thought. I mean the job is simple enough, but there is a ginourmous apparatus of logistics behind it all.
Tomorrow there shall be a delivery to my house. A wagon with boxes, a bag, the material to be sorted and delivered, some paperwork and a GPS. Talk about being watched by big brother. The GPS has to follow on every round, so that they can see exactly where you go and how fast ("but if you wanna stop for a beer we don't care". This is where I remarked that the rules say no alcohol :), which brought a few laughs). It then gets transported into an extremely detailed xl-sheet, and each deliverer is monitored and graded, where A is best.
Several people had questions on pay, not me, I know it's next to nothing, but it turned out to be an very intricate matrix with weight, number of packages, hourly pay based on the route and the number of mails that cannot be delivered for one reason or another. Everything is calculated down to the second.
Anyway, every Monday I will get an sms with the number of packages and the weight to be delivered on Wednesday. Then I have Thursday and Friday to do the job.
This week I shall sort 229 mails/catalogues which together weigh 49.6 kg's. That sounds doable in one round. I actually look forward.
However, it wasn't as easy as I first thought. I mean the job is simple enough, but there is a ginourmous apparatus of logistics behind it all.
Tomorrow there shall be a delivery to my house. A wagon with boxes, a bag, the material to be sorted and delivered, some paperwork and a GPS. Talk about being watched by big brother. The GPS has to follow on every round, so that they can see exactly where you go and how fast ("but if you wanna stop for a beer we don't care". This is where I remarked that the rules say no alcohol :), which brought a few laughs). It then gets transported into an extremely detailed xl-sheet, and each deliverer is monitored and graded, where A is best.
Several people had questions on pay, not me, I know it's next to nothing, but it turned out to be an very intricate matrix with weight, number of packages, hourly pay based on the route and the number of mails that cannot be delivered for one reason or another. Everything is calculated down to the second.
Anyway, every Monday I will get an sms with the number of packages and the weight to be delivered on Wednesday. Then I have Thursday and Friday to do the job.
This week I shall sort 229 mails/catalogues which together weigh 49.6 kg's. That sounds doable in one round. I actually look forward.
Monday, October 12, 2015
Locked in
I haven't been riding for a while now 'cause I haven't been well, but today it was time to get up in the saddle again. It didn't start out very well though. I got locked in one of the stables. I was there peacefully preparing my horse, when I heard somebody shouting. Too late I realized why. I was locked in, and the lesson was about to start in ten minutes.
Fortunately I was able to get out by climbing through fences (luckily not electric!), and for each one I saw a surprised horse looking at me.
And it was happy days. Lately I've had a feeling that it didn't go too well, and that I'm not making progress, but today was different. First, I had my fav, and second, I was able to melt in with the group. We seemed to be on the same level. So even though we were five today, it went very smoothly and I had a good feeling. I felt more secure and relaxed. Possibly the horse felt it too.
After that I was served a delicious dinner, so another good day.
Fortunately I was able to get out by climbing through fences (luckily not electric!), and for each one I saw a surprised horse looking at me.
And it was happy days. Lately I've had a feeling that it didn't go too well, and that I'm not making progress, but today was different. First, I had my fav, and second, I was able to melt in with the group. We seemed to be on the same level. So even though we were five today, it went very smoothly and I had a good feeling. I felt more secure and relaxed. Possibly the horse felt it too.
After that I was served a delicious dinner, so another good day.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
I applaud promiscuity
Recently I saw a tv program about genealogy, where semi-famous people were looking for their roots. I have to admit I'm not too interested in this, except for the people I know or have heard of in my own family.
I mean, they were all looking for drama, for having a king or queen, or a murderer in their blood line, but who cares? I am what I am, and they are what they are, no changing that.
But it made me think of my own heritage. My grandmothers mother, who I vaguely remember, she must have died when I was very young, was born in the late 1800's. She got pregnant and gave birth to my grandmother when she was only 15, and unmarried. In those days it was not something you did and got a medal for.
But without her being "open" I wouldn't sit here today. So I applaud her. And she did get married to the father of the child later on. But that didn't stop my grandmother from doing the same thing :). Four children with three men! A lot of people have said I'm like her, except for the children of course. Good thing there weren't birth-controll pills in those days!
I mean, they were all looking for drama, for having a king or queen, or a murderer in their blood line, but who cares? I am what I am, and they are what they are, no changing that.
But it made me think of my own heritage. My grandmothers mother, who I vaguely remember, she must have died when I was very young, was born in the late 1800's. She got pregnant and gave birth to my grandmother when she was only 15, and unmarried. In those days it was not something you did and got a medal for.
But without her being "open" I wouldn't sit here today. So I applaud her. And she did get married to the father of the child later on. But that didn't stop my grandmother from doing the same thing :). Four children with three men! A lot of people have said I'm like her, except for the children of course. Good thing there weren't birth-controll pills in those days!
This and that
Nice day. I was working serving the elderly their coffees and cookies, today it was Berliner. This Donut-like cake-thingie with jam inside. It was appreciated. I cuddled with the two visiting cats, and had the pleasure of serving also two of my friends who came for a surprise visit. I also ran into a new friend of mine, and we compared health progress. My tooth is now healed. Fingers crossed!
Then we went to see my friends new apartment. I just love seeing how everybody else lives, and it is especially interesting to see an empty flat, 'cause I know it'd look different if I would've furnished it. But I so look fw to their housewarming. They have a great view of the city, and something I'm jealous of. An open fireplace on the terrace!
Then a quick drink at my place, and now I'm baking cookies. Lemon is todays theme.
Then we went to see my friends new apartment. I just love seeing how everybody else lives, and it is especially interesting to see an empty flat, 'cause I know it'd look different if I would've furnished it. But I so look fw to their housewarming. They have a great view of the city, and something I'm jealous of. An open fireplace on the terrace!
Then a quick drink at my place, and now I'm baking cookies. Lemon is todays theme.
Wednesday, October 07, 2015
Banana flies live forever?
I keep my kitchen clean at all times, but nevertheless, it's always one of two banana flies, these little irritating insects, that keep on surviving. The other day one landed in my wine glass, and even though it would be extra protein for me, I decided to fish it out of the glass and put it on a napkin.
A nice death I thought, but to my surprise some fifteen minutes later it was flying away. Wobbly, mind you, but still. Maybe they are like cockroaches, cannot be killed?
A nice death I thought, but to my surprise some fifteen minutes later it was flying away. Wobbly, mind you, but still. Maybe they are like cockroaches, cannot be killed?
Recovery
Yesterday a friend of mine texted and wanted to visit spontaneously. I love this kinda stuff, which is a bit uncommon here in Switzerland, where most things have to be planned months beforehand.
But I couldn't help thinking, what have I done wrong now? It was because the same person once brought a message from another, saying that I had made an inappropriate joke. The joke was directed towards my friend, who didn't mind, she knows me, but the other person had reacted negatively.
Which I cannot take seriously, if you cannot face up to the person yourself, but have to bring an agent, you're as much of a joke as the one I made.
But I needn't worry. She just came with a bottle of bubbly, to wish me good health and happy recovery. Nice!
But I couldn't help thinking, what have I done wrong now? It was because the same person once brought a message from another, saying that I had made an inappropriate joke. The joke was directed towards my friend, who didn't mind, she knows me, but the other person had reacted negatively.
Which I cannot take seriously, if you cannot face up to the person yourself, but have to bring an agent, you're as much of a joke as the one I made.
But I needn't worry. She just came with a bottle of bubbly, to wish me good health and happy recovery. Nice!
Sunday, October 04, 2015
Slavery
I take work seriously. Any work. So today I tried out my route as a postwoman, or delivery agent is probably a better word. I was sent a very specific list with addresses, and you walk a route that makes sense.
It took me 15 minutes to walk to the starting point, 50 minutes to walk the round without any mail to deliver and without stopping at mailboxes, then 15 minutes back. And I walked pretty fast.
It didn't start out well, the first building was a renovation object with no people in it, and no mailboxes. Then I discovered that some houses do not have mailboxes outside the house, but inside, which means you have to bother people and ring somebody's door to get in. Ouch! And considering the number of mail to be delivered in the same area, I have a feeling it's mail that not everybody has ordered, but the kinda stuff I get sometimes. Promotional catalogues and newspapers and who knows what. Exactly what I didn't want to participate in. Hmm.
And they pay absolute minimum wage. I will get paid for 2.5 hours and that includes not only walking and delivering, but also sorting. Not sure this'll be worth my time, but since I signed up, I'll give it a go.
It took me 15 minutes to walk to the starting point, 50 minutes to walk the round without any mail to deliver and without stopping at mailboxes, then 15 minutes back. And I walked pretty fast.
It didn't start out well, the first building was a renovation object with no people in it, and no mailboxes. Then I discovered that some houses do not have mailboxes outside the house, but inside, which means you have to bother people and ring somebody's door to get in. Ouch! And considering the number of mail to be delivered in the same area, I have a feeling it's mail that not everybody has ordered, but the kinda stuff I get sometimes. Promotional catalogues and newspapers and who knows what. Exactly what I didn't want to participate in. Hmm.
And they pay absolute minimum wage. I will get paid for 2.5 hours and that includes not only walking and delivering, but also sorting. Not sure this'll be worth my time, but since I signed up, I'll give it a go.
Friday, October 02, 2015
The postwoman never rings
Talking about profession, I am about to change mine. But don't get too excited. We're talking about a couple of hours a week.
I am to become a postwoman! Quite a long time ago a friend knew I was thinking of getting a parttime easy job, and sent me a link to a company that delivers addressed mail. I would never consider just commercial stuff, where you deliver something that is not wanted, but this appealed to me. However, at the time they didn't have anything for me, so I gave up the thought, until I got called today.
So I will get catalogues and mail delivered to my address. I will then sort it, and deliver it in my 'hood. This is supposed to take 2.5 hours, which is what I get paid pittance for. However, I am pretty certain it will take quite a bit longer, especially in the beginning before I know the route. Also, I'll be doing it by foot and I know that some of the addresses are already 20 min's walk away.
Nevertheless, I look fw to it. It'll give me a chance to exercise and at the same time earn cig money :).
I am to become a postwoman! Quite a long time ago a friend knew I was thinking of getting a parttime easy job, and sent me a link to a company that delivers addressed mail. I would never consider just commercial stuff, where you deliver something that is not wanted, but this appealed to me. However, at the time they didn't have anything for me, so I gave up the thought, until I got called today.
So I will get catalogues and mail delivered to my address. I will then sort it, and deliver it in my 'hood. This is supposed to take 2.5 hours, which is what I get paid pittance for. However, I am pretty certain it will take quite a bit longer, especially in the beginning before I know the route. Also, I'll be doing it by foot and I know that some of the addresses are already 20 min's walk away.
Nevertheless, I look fw to it. It'll give me a chance to exercise and at the same time earn cig money :).
New friend?
Yesterday I was hanging with a new acquaintance, and I think we are as different as one can be. Different sex, nationality, religion, profession, interests, age, hair colour, and most other things I cannot think of right now. Despite that, it was a really fun afternoon, and we got on well together.
I think I might have to revise some of my prejudices.
I think I might have to revise some of my prejudices.
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