maillady

Since this week I'm working as a maillady (post-rond-breng-mevrouw). As you can understand this is one of the most exciting things in my life... well maybe not, but it's fun (as long as it's not raining, but so far so good).

Of course I'm trying to deliver the mail to the right homes which I really do 99% of the time. And sometimes I make a mistake. I feel crappy for about .. hmm .. a couple seconds and then I go on.
And every now and then I come across some weirdo. Like this lady opening the door in her bathrobe. Or this guy opening the door asking me what the %&$#* I was doing (excuse me for existing, I'm just delivering your mail...).
Dogs barking, trying to bite my fingers off. Overflowing mailboxes. Ladies cleaning their windows. This Chinese trying to explain to me where his mailbox is located (I know where it is located, that is where I deliver your mail, thank you very much).
The radio that I'm listening to keep me up-to-date with music and news. The elderly waiving at my behind the window.

Yep, that pretty much sums it up: my life as maillady.