Menasha, WI

It was gorgeous outside today and I'm starting to realize that I will love me some downtown Metrasha in the spring and fall.

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First of all, there's a post office within 3 blocks of [redacted]. This is going to come in clutch when I can just wander around in warm weather without having to put a coat (brings attention to my activities, someone might invite themselves along to lunch). Second of all, I'm on the hunt for great spots to hide out over lunch where noone can find me. Today's spot failed within 5 minutes. I saw a coworker at my spot along the river almost immediately. Gonna have to fix that.

On my walk back to the office, I took the long way and I think I found a super better spot where none of these lazy fucks will show up at.

TBD.

Nice quick stop at the post office today. You wanna know how I am a patriot? My pure, unadulterated love for our postal service and the lovely postal workers that keep it afloat.

I'll go postal on any MFer who fucks with my peoples.

I hesitate to write it down, but things are going well at work. Much of the noise around me has started to die down as I settle into my role.

I'm confident.

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Or maybe I'm just happier because I was at my favorite post office in the world today.

I explained to a cowoker today that the free coffee cups and lids that come with the free coffee (plenty good enough for me) at [redacted] have a fatal design flaw and occasionally drip. Some of you may know this more than others, but coffee is a bit of a bummer to have drip on clothes that you care about.

Point is, I remembered the coffee shop I've been meaning to hit up for eight months now and finally did so because the cup and lid situation led to a small splash on my desk. I got frustrated (lol, not really, it ain't so serious), and figured it was time to treat myself finally.

Three main takeaways from there: first, nice little shop and I'll be back. Second, I found a cute little gift there for someone special to me. Next time I go back, I'll cop that quick. And third, there was this cranky old man who made the poor service worker uncomfortable when she said she needed another ten minutes to finish his pre-order. I felt a certain way for her. Like, kindness is worth more than ten minutes in this situation.

I'd rather be good soul food than "that guy" 100 out of 100 times. Be kind, rewind.

Speaking of true kindness: I've got at least one silent partner at [redacted]].

It's slow progress, and yet, at least one or more individuals are working with me on a project. Might be might favorite project at work right now.

Best five minutes of the day? Maybe.

On a good day at [redacted] I'll get a good four or five mini-walks in. Sometimes up stairs. Sometimes to mainline caffeine.

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Sometimes to the post office. Oooh! New non-machinable stamps dropped. Used to be a butterfly, now it's a moth.

Plus, trust me. I moved a dozen things forward today. Always forward, never back.

I'm a blow hard on the regular. Today's example included some strong advice to two folks that needed some strong (and positive) direction. I gave both of them an interesting look into themselves based upon what I see from them every day. Equal parts direct and......inspirational, if I may take a moment to bust out some humble brag.

Do you want to know what the universe made sure to deliver me that same day? I was forced to look into the do as I say, not as I do mirror when I realized how quickly I spiraled into a bad place when things didn't go my way later this evening. Two for the good guys (I feel confident I helped today) and one for the bad guys (I lost my mentals). Imma chalk that up as a team victory today.

2 - 1 = one love

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I'm not sure there was a cloud in the sky today. When these images were taken, ya boi james hadn't gone through it yet. He was just basking in sunshine and making a quick pitstop at the post office to ship some shit at the home of the illuminati.

As an aside, I like to think that if we have ever met IRL for anything but the briefest of moments that I have left an impression. Not in the arrogant way that may sound to an outsider either. More like you saw me and I saw you in a way that may never be duplicated. You make me a unique version of me and I hope you see that reflected the same.

Point being, I gave nikkigirl the full "I met a serial killer at the post office" story from today. I'll never tell that story again. The amount of complete insanity that only she has contributed to or has been present for is remarkable.

Watch lulu show up and tell me my own story tomorrow at volleyball on some bullshit.

IYKYK