Multiply 365 Day 213 - Mr Postman look and see...........

 

I am going to credit the trek up Mt Washington the other morning for what's causing all of this. The thing is, there are times in my life where things get a little blah, not too good or too bad, just kind of there. Everything becomes almost too routine and with it a sense of ennui takes hold. It is at times like that I try to break out of it by doing something less ordinary, like taking a 3 to 4 mile walk in the middle of the night. And while at first it seemed that it didn't help, in fact it may have made things worse given how yesterday played out, there is always another day. And guess what? Today is that day.

Was in to work on time again, actually a little bit early but not so early that I took credit for it on my time sheet. And Sammy and I did what we do best, namely dominate. Coolers were pretty much done by 9am, my invoices were done shortly thereafter. I was so far ahead on my game that Dee asked me to help her with her work, mostly counting drops from the other stores to get them ready to be deposited in the bank. Not a problem, I got this as I am sometimes likely to say.

Ed has some projects for me that I bang out in incredible Matt-like efficiency. I mean like really efficient. He was looking for a phone number and I found it is less than a minute. I was that good.

And then the heavens rewarded me for all I had been doing. The mail came. And not just any mail, but the first letter back from the prison chick pen pal. I was ecstatic. Not because of anything she wrote, but because she wrote anything. It would seem that the website isn't a scam after all, though in an odd sort of way it is at least confusing, as Jennifer (our inmate's name) said she didn't do a profile, they wouldn't let her do that in jail, so apparently someone did a profile for her. And maybe that is how the who system works, someone on the outside does the legwork in setting it up for people on the inside, I don't know. But much of what she wrote corresponded with what was in the profile. For the record, Jennifer says she was locked up for burglary, but as Ed pointed out, she says it was from something her ex-husband had did. Damn if I didn't have to be the voice of reason for a moment and remind Ed that everyone in prison believes they are innocent.

But even that didn't matter to me. Ed was happy he got a letter, I was happy that the potential for comedy is alive and kicking and Dee was upset with both of us. Not that upset mind you, but I said, I'm sorry if you can't see the potential humor in this because to me it could be priceless. All she kept saying is she wasn't working with a felon. I almost want to take a copy of Johnny Cash's “Folsom Prison Blues” to work to celebrate. I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die and all that jazz.

Tomorrow I get the honor of writing the second letter to Jennifer, and my mind is racing with the possibilities. I have ideas piled on top of ideas. It will be fun.

Then I get home and visit my own mailbox and what should be in there but more free goodies. One was from Coke, the second of my free NCAA T shirts finally arrived, who would have thought an SMU shirt would be that popular that it would take three months to arrive and I also received a free dry erase marker from the fine people at Discount Office Items, a Facebook group that allows you to be a product tester and as long as you write reviews on the products they claim they will send you new stuff to test. I will test my first product tomorrow at work, since I use a few dry erase boards at work, I actually have use for this freebie. And after banging out a review hopefully they will send me something else equally useful.

And the best thing about today, I actually have blog ideas in the hopper for later on this week. I can think of a couple I want to do right now, including getting the change meter all back up to date, since it has been about a month since my last excursion into that realm and we are closing in on fantasy football season, I am signed up for three leagues so far, but I might also end up serving as a sounding board for Brian at work for his team as well. I am trying to get him out of “donation” status, that being the guy who you can bank on just giving his money away every year. But last year I didn't get to help him until after his draft, and you can only do so much after the initial damage has been done, though he did get into his league's playoffs, so there is hope for him yet. But before I go off on a potential blog tangent I am calling it a night. My belly is full of Cuban sandwich and a nap sounds real good right about now.