There is nothing like seeing your job from the back seat of a dusty van, slowly making its way along the route, time flying by while each mail box slowly crawled on by.
He did well for his first time out and he is very lucky to have a seasoned mail lady as a back seat driver.
While my day seemed endlessly long, my patience stretched to its limit, I knew how much my presence meant to him.
When I made my maiden voyage I was left alone, to discover when I missed a road, when the mail in my hand seems to be from a foreign land, a package unfound…a house lost, another unmarked mailbox, oh, how I would have loved to have someone in the backseat with all the answers!
My first day ended with tears shed, nerves shot and ready to quit… but the regular mailman left me in charge for two weeks, so I no choice but to go back and try again another day. By the end of the first week, I was comfortable on the route.
He was very lucky to have me along choking on dust, sitting among the boxes, and trays of mail, being flung back into the seat or flung forward as he got used to using his left foot on the pedals, a live GPS on the mail route.
