Birthday Month August 16: a-ha! midnight approaches!

[elisem]

Still letting my sleep cycle choose itself, but today I have gotten my Etsy boxes packed and labeled with postage on them, and have done so in time to schedule a pickup for tomorrow. Yay! As my vibrating alarm clock arrived today, I have the technology appropriate for a hard-of-hearing Lioness to be awakened in time to switch to the sofa near the door upon which the excellent USPS person-of-the-day will thump loudly, if they have read the sign beseeching them to do so. (I cannot hear a regular knock unless it's under exceptionally favorable conditions.)

After I have something cool and enjoyable to drink, I have a few eBay things to pack as well, but since there is a pickup already scheduled, I do not need to race the clock here. The metaphorical clock, I mean, rather than the thumping one that will go inside my pillowcase... or possibly in a bag hung round my neck. We shall see.

Yesterday I forgot to write that the perfume of the day was Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's "Death" from the Tarot series. It is in a 10ml bottle, which will tell you how old this particular BPAL scent is. (Somewhere around here I have a couple of tarted imps, if there are any old-timers who remember those.) Today I'm wearing a Nocturne Alchemy scent: Ra's Vanilla Amber. The NA perfume oils do not age as well as Possets or BPAL.

And I got GLORIOUS WORKBENCH TIME today, and finished a thing, and have other things almost done, and I cannot wait to show you. Probably I will photograph a bunch and put them up in the Etsy shop while waiting for the USPS.

How do you interact with your mail and package pick-up/delivery people? Do you have favorites?

Comments

[mrissa]

Mostly I interact with them to reassure. Our mailbox is on a pedestal at the foot of our stairs, and I tell the posties, "Now, you don't have to take packages up all those stairs! With all they're asking you to do and the mandatory overtime? and in this heat? you don't have to make time for that, you just leave the package on the pedestal and save your back. We won't mind a bit." They are so relieved, and usually I say something like, "My folks had a friend who was a postie his whole career, and they never asked him to do half of what they're making you do now, it's just a shame is what it is, That Bill DeJoy" and then sometimes it is Postie Storytime On Marissa's Front Walk because I Just Will Not Believe, I Don't Know The Half Of It.

Good times.

[azurelunatic]

We tend to holler "Thank you!" to any delivery person we see. We've got a sign up requesting that they ring the bell for all deliveries (after the Unrefrigerated Porch Chicken incident, which we fortunately got to in time to decide it was safe to cook immediately but it took a consultation between our local former-food-handler's-card person and our local microbiologist).

That sign also specifies:
No Soliciting
Unless You Have Cookies
We Already Have A Religion

I wonder if a thumper like the alarm clock one could be hooked to a doorbell circuit...