This town is too small for mailboxes.
So I thought I was taping into my creative side when I started breaking mirrors for a mirror mosaic project. But all I got was a ton of bad luck. Or so it seems. Though I feel my luck is slowly changing, (I got a job!)there are still plenty of unlucky occurrences that keep me feeling as if I've been walking under ladders all my life.
We're moving next week to the house in Cascade Locks. All is well, and a pretty job with 12-hour shifts fell into place so I'll only have to commute 3 days a week. I thought I was being proactive when I went to the post office online and changed my address. I changed it a couple days early knowing that it sometimes takes a while for it to kick in, at least that's what they say at the website. Lucky me, it kicked in immediately, and I won't be receiving my paycheck until next Wednesday when we go out there and check the mail. I had Brandon stop by the house today when he was out kiting and pick up my check from the mailbox. He called to say there is no mailbox.
I thought he must have hit his head on a sturgeon, or he was being ridiculously naive. He checked again. No mailbox. I called the landlord. Seems they were so eager to get the place rented they missed a few details. Like, there's no mailbox. Everyone in the town has P.O. boxes because the town is too small to have an official postal route. So, my checks and all other mail have been sitting at the post office in Cascade Locks (I f*in hope they are sitting there) for three days now. And, I won't be able to find out until Tuesday!
Was I too eager? Should I have waited to move to change my address like Brandon? No matter how hard I plan or how much thought goes into something, I get bit in the ass!
But in the good news department, I backed into my neighbor's car two days ago while leaving my parking spot on the street. I was furious-- they'd parked about 4 inches from my back bumper, but it's still my fault, I guess. So, I left him a note, and he looked at it and said "no worries." So that was cool. Today he's parked in the same place, 4 inches away from the guy in front of him. Brandon has the attitude that "he deserves it if he parks that close," and I totally agree.
We're moving next week to the house in Cascade Locks. All is well, and a pretty job with 12-hour shifts fell into place so I'll only have to commute 3 days a week. I thought I was being proactive when I went to the post office online and changed my address. I changed it a couple days early knowing that it sometimes takes a while for it to kick in, at least that's what they say at the website. Lucky me, it kicked in immediately, and I won't be receiving my paycheck until next Wednesday when we go out there and check the mail. I had Brandon stop by the house today when he was out kiting and pick up my check from the mailbox. He called to say there is no mailbox.
I thought he must have hit his head on a sturgeon, or he was being ridiculously naive. He checked again. No mailbox. I called the landlord. Seems they were so eager to get the place rented they missed a few details. Like, there's no mailbox. Everyone in the town has P.O. boxes because the town is too small to have an official postal route. So, my checks and all other mail have been sitting at the post office in Cascade Locks (I f*in hope they are sitting there) for three days now. And, I won't be able to find out until Tuesday!
Was I too eager? Should I have waited to move to change my address like Brandon? No matter how hard I plan or how much thought goes into something, I get bit in the ass!
But in the good news department, I backed into my neighbor's car two days ago while leaving my parking spot on the street. I was furious-- they'd parked about 4 inches from my back bumper, but it's still my fault, I guess. So, I left him a note, and he looked at it and said "no worries." So that was cool. Today he's parked in the same place, 4 inches away from the guy in front of him. Brandon has the attitude that "he deserves it if he parks that close," and I totally agree.
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