At Least It Was Different

19 March – Soreness from Saturday’s venture was noticeable but unremarkable and became unnoticeable as the day went on – the harsh threats of punishment from the Shifty who was gloating about revenging himself upon me because of my slave driving on Saturday failed to eventuate - a few silly mistakes like leaving the space pen behind and going to a destination instead of the pickup and a couple of sneaky extras slipped in between P1s made for a day that was slightly more interesting than normal – had a little event in the morning run – a reattempt on a pickup which didn’t bother me in the slightest and was resolved with minimal fuss - didn’t think twice about giving the customer my phone number in case anything like that happened again but it seemed to spawn a little redesign of the entire run but knowing the courier world I doubt that many changes are likely to bear fruit.  Nothing for an hour at the end of the day and logged off but almost home when I got the dreaded call and found myself getting an STD (?!?!?! Eventually converted) that was almost unpickupable and definitely undeliverable and also another job in Surry which had to go to Erskineville (a new suburb delivered to) which was relatively satisfying.  Mostly thwarted possible conflicts with timely applications of herbal remedies and hard labour – however, sometimes there’s just no way to keep the peace.