Monday.

Monday's are not the best days of the week. Having double the ordinary volume of mail never is fun. Especially when it is so humid outside that you begin sweating after three minutes out there. Yet the show must go on!

You get used to the heat/humidity eventually, but it's never too fun. I wish I could give an idea to how many flats I had to case up for my route. Definitely the most I've had to case so far here in Bloomington. I would say, imagine a magazine. Then imagine said magazine as a stack of magazines 3-4 feet tall. That's about the amount of mail volume I had--keep in mind that was just flats, though.

Ya gotta keep your cool though--good thing my supervisor sent me a good deal of help today. I still ended up working 11.75 hours--a new record for me I think.

Things eventually were alright though, especially when I started my driving delivery section. I thought being inside a postal truck would be a sauna--it really isn't! Just need the windows down and the fan rolling at full-blast. You definitely feel much cooler inside than out doing walking delivery.

Anyways, a funny phenomenon has been known to happen to me during the heat of the summer while I am delivering mail by foot. I hold my mail in an efficient manner--my flats, magazines, etc., tucked into my left arm while my left hand is free to hold the letters for my current walking loop. Funny thing is, since I sweat like mad and the flats are tucked into my arm, the ink and designs on said adverts and magazines I carry transfer to my skin. Kind of like Silly Putty when you press it against newspaper and peel it away.

These "temp tattoos" usually stay for a good couple of days, but I always find it funny when it does happen. Here is today's temp tattoo I acquired:

                                 

These are usually unplanned, but it would be cool if someday an actual, legible image would transfer to my arm. Getting inked while delivering mail, what a silly experience!