Today I head back to the Post Office and continue to memorize names and addresses and oh yeah and roads. It is amazing to me that my head can hold so much!
There are multiple same last names, like a whole bunch a relatives converged on one little town, so I can remember the name, but darn if the one I find is not on the right road.
And we wiggle in and out of the same highway popping up here and there, after going down one short road after another. It is hard to keep track of who lives where, until you become familiar with the route itself outside!
My head actually hurt after 4 hours of hunt and search!
I read somewhere that after learning something new it is best to sleep so the mind can cement the connections. Well I will let you know how today goes after a night of sleep.
Tomorrow I do the whole route myself, using the mail like a treasure map to know which road to go down!
It is truly amazing to end up right back where you started from with an empty vehicle, and crossing your fingers you put the right mail in each box!
Luckily they are very helpful as we train and learn this, too bad we don’t have big metal signs on our vehicles, “Be patient with me, I am new here!”
This is the fourth route that I have taken upon myself to learn, and there is one more to go.
Yes, that is right, the lady on the second route now wants me to learn hers as well. But it is a little route, only 250 boxes. The one I am attempting to learn now has 420, and 90 miles of roads!
I love how the roads up here change names when you take a corner, same blacktop or gravel, and by hanging a sharp right, you are now on a new road! It makes it more fun when the mailboxes are on one road, but the people live on another. I can only imagine how delivering packages will be.
I guess some people do mind puzzles to keep their minds limber, I do new mail routes.
Today is not a bad day, for I am not responsible for getting that one little post card in the right box in the middle of 90 miles, but by learning today, tomorrow will be that much easier!
Now it seems like a game to me, to see just how many names and roads and idiosyncrasies of folks I can fit in my head. Will there come a time when it is full?
Below is a quote that was in an email, author unknown,
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of Arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to Skid in sideways - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOO HOO, What a Ride!!!
