Well, there was a good amount of rain the past two days. Pretty crazy. Nothing compared to earlier this week when I got completely drenched, but still a fair amount, indeed.
Here is a photo of me sitting on a porch swing for a brief minute during a heavy bout of rain.
Take note of my grubby-looking postal shirt. I heard bleach cleans up them shirts pretty well, just haven't tried it yet. The leather strap for my postal satchel dirties up my shirt a good deal--plus my shoulders get all grimy from wiping the sweat from my brow and the leather strap, once again.
All in all, postal clothes are ridiculously comfortable. Breathable, anti-static, and stylish as well--ya can't beat them! Well I don't mind them at least--it's pretty neat to be representing a big organization by wearing a uniform--never did that before till this job and I do say I like it.
The bandana is an extra touch by me. I sweat way too much and it definitely helps keep sweat out of my eyes and prevents my hair from matting to my forehead in a sticky, sweaty mess.
Oh, and something else that has catching my attention--everyone calls me "sir" when they see me.
I'm totally not used to being called a "sir". I swear it's gotta be the uniform or something. I don't really see myself as any different than anyone else--just out to make a buck just like other working folk. I think it's funny cause I usually call men older than me sir on the street. So for people to call me "sir" it's a little weird.
Man, I dunno. It just cracks me up when people call me "sir". Totally not used to it, specially since I'm only 26. Maybe people think I'm much older since I'm a mailman? Or maybe they are just intimidated because I technically work for the government? Ha! I dunno.
Like I said, being called "sir" just cracks me up. I could get used to it though.....
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