Strange Notations From a Laborious Life

I’m not happy with the new blogger set-up. They have taken away the spell check feature so if a few sentences come out looking a little strange then it is because I haven’t gone back over what I have written and found spelling mistakes. Or I have gone back over what I’ve written and missed the mistakes!
I really just write stream of consciousness stuff, ramble on and often get off the point I was trying to make and forget to write what I was going to write. I daresay no one is expecting a piece of literary genius on a blog like this. I hope not.
Yesterday was the start of another dreary week of mail sorting. The usual bored faces gathered around the clock in area and slowly spilt onto the mail floor and gently began going through the motions of mail processing.
I was on my favourite job, if there can be such a thing, which is sorting the small parcels. These are articles too small to be considered large parcels and too big to be considered a letter although there is quite a bit of ambiguity about it and not that many people seem to be worried about getting it right. We do have a cardboard gauge through which we can slide articles of mail which will determine the correct stream in which that particular piece of mail should be flowing but I often get so much mail that is obviously in the wrong section that I don’t bother with the gauge and just sort the stuff whether it is right or not. I guess when the mail reaches it’s destination in whatever mail centre or parcel centre it terminates it’s up to them what type of article it is. As we never get many complaints from other facilities I can only assume that they are as clueless as us!
I’m sure those reading are secure in the knowledge that such a slick organisation is handling their precious mail!
The job sorting small parcels is a rostered job so you are attached to it all day and can’t be taken away to other areas although there is a bit of down time after 4pm when I have to go and sort the “large” parcels but things start to get moving in the smaller section after about 5.15pm and I return there for the rest of the night, or at least until we have exhausted the supply of mail and despatched it to various destinations.
The last 45 minutes or so is just spent sorting small letters until the bell rings at 9.46pm and we are released back into the real world and the zombies of CMC are magically transformed into real people again.
So now it’s Tuesday morning and the same routine begins again, counting down to my start time at 2pm.
As I look out of my bedroom window I am finding it to be a bright sunny day with some high cloud which is always nice until you remember that the best part of the afternoon will be spent indoors.
I looked at the weather radar just before and there is a rain bank coming in from the west that may get here in a couple of hours but we shall see.
So that’s it for today. No doubt another boring day at the mail centre awaits but I will do what I can to make it go quickly and begin the whole routine again tomorrow. Until then.