This is my fourth week at my new job. And for the most part I really like it. But I've noticed something. Now that I have a "desk job" and most of my work activities are working on the computer, I get home from work and I don't have much interest in doing much else on the computer.
So, while I have things to blog about that aren't related to my foot, I have little desire to actually make it happen. (I really do plan on posting about my new house and pictures too!) I have so much computer screen time at work, that I come home and just don't want any more.
Anyway, because of that, I may be even lighter on blogging than I have been.
But, as long as I'm blogging right now, I'll share a vignette from my life.
Back in March I traveled out to Utah to give a presentation. Shortly afterwards I was asked for my address so that I could be sent a check to reimburse me for my travel expenses.
A few weeks pass.
Then another couple weeks.
Then I got an email letting me know that the check had been returned. It couldn't be delivered. Had I given them the right address?
I reconfirmed my address, and then gave my work address as an alternative. (That was actually long enough ago that I hadn't started my new job, but I knew I would be.)
More time passed--like another month.
Last week I was told that the check had been returned undeliverable again and they'd be sending it to my work address.
Today I finally got it.
Here's why it had such trouble being delivered: It was addressed to Peanut Jean Frogmorton instead of Peanut Zoolander.
Dear BYU,
I got married. A while ago. And I changed my last name. And somehow you knew that when you invited me out there and addressed everything to Dr. Zoolander. Then what happened?
Thank you,
Dr. Zoolander
Dear Mailman,
I know that letter had a different last name than normally gets delivered to that particular mailbox. But, really, how many other Peanut Jeans do you have on your mail route? And hey, by the way, you aren't so picky about not delivering the junk mail and unpaid bills of the 4 previous residents of that address. Why so picky now?
Most Sincerely,
Peanut Frogmorton
6 comments:
Dear Peanut Jean Frogmorton Zoolander,
You are funny. I'm glad you finally got your check. Even if you have to forge someone else's name to cash it.
Love,
Boss
You make me laugh, Peanut. Byu calls here every year looking for donations for the "annual fund". But for some reason, they always ask for my husband by name (who never set foot on campus), and apparently have no record of me--the alumnus.
LOL! It is so nice to not be on their radar! I really enjoyed my student years there, but am SOOO happy not to have to deal with all the Baggage of that school!
I'm glad you got your check, Peanut!
B
I have that same complaint against the mailman plus that they won't let us switch from a lockbox mailbox (that is almost 2 blocks from our house) to a regular one at the end of our driveway even though it was the previous owner who wanted the lockbox and NOT us! We have to find someone else in the neighborhood to take over our box before we can start using a regular one. JERKS!
Hey, blogger told me comments are disabled on your house tour entry. So I'm telling you here that your house is beautiful, and I totally want to come visit you. And not just to see your house.
Watch out, B, they call me all the time and ask for siblings' phone numbers, etc. Should I say you are unlisted?
Also, Peanut, I have similar complaints about the postal workers. How many hours in a year do I have to dedicate to throwing away other peoples' mail? (I am glad you finally got your check, though)
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