The Pony's presence was requested in Casino Town on Friday. For fingerprinting.
No. I did NOT say fingerpainting. The Pony is not a good artist. He's a terrible artist, in fact. I should know, after having him on my Pictionary team many years ago. If I remember correctly, I mistook his rendering of a little girl on a swing for a body floating down a river. Which was not some crazy real-life form of foreshadowing. The Pony is not looking at a criminal record.
Anyhoo... DRUMROLL, please!
The Pony received a conditional offer of employment as a City Carrier Assistant for the USPS.
No, it's not a career choice. It's a JOB! He will continue seeking work in the chemical engineering field, but this is better than being idle. In the minds of Val and Hick, of course. Not so sure about The Pony.
Last Wednesday night, he got an email with the offer. Actually, he got it on Monday, but it went to his SPAM folder. So he started filling out the information on Wednesday night at 10:00. The usual stuff, past residences, previous jobs (that one was easy), references, submit a driving record. I think he was done about 1:00 a.m. That's when he stopped texting me in my lair. I felt like an elder in charge of passing down ancient history.
Anyhoo... one of the conditions was providing fingerprints. It's not like he could just send them a drinking glass. He had to make arrangements to get fingerprinted at their USPS regional facility. Which for us is in Casino Town. Even though the job offer is for the main post office over in Sis-Town.
Oh, and The Pony had to have all these conditions met by FRIDAY. Good Friday. Not that the USPS observes such a holiday. So basically, in the wee hours of Wednesday night, he sent the email requesting an appointment, and watched his email like a hawk for a reply. Which he got Thursday, scheduling the fingerprinting for Friday.
The City Carrier Assistant is like a substitute carrier for a city route when the regular carrier doesn't show up. Perhaps out sick, or exposed to the VIRUS. Hick knows a rural carrier (used to deliver my mom's mail) who says the USPS can't keep employees these days. It's like nobody shows up for work. That's just hearsay from an insider.
I'm not sure how well The Pony will like this job. But it's one I would have loved back when I was walking five miles a day for fun! Besides, if you're gonna be outside earning money, this is the perfect time of year for it.
Right now, The Pony is waiting for his conditions to be met for this conditional offer of employment. Of course there's more to this tale, coming up tomorrow.