I told two of my team leads I am happy to work weekends if:
1. You give me some notice, I can't just come in if you call.
2. You give me 2 days together in the middle of the week.
Pretty reasonable, I think.
My mailman has been pretty hard to crack. I have been trying to find a way to reach out to him but nothing until tonight.
He's a white guy, thin, the kind that wears black acrylic socks with his uniform shorts, pulled up to his knees. I waved at him as I came down the street, stopped, and said "I work retail. Is it just me or is it like dog years working with the public on a weekend?"
He stood up, turned around, took off his sunglasses, looked at me, and belly laughed for a good minute, wiped his eyes, and said YES, then grinned at me. That was fun.
That's it for now.
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