The Pony was excited to learn on Wednesday that he MIGHT get Saturday AND Sunday off! He originally was only getting Saturday for his Christmas Day holiday. Of course he will probably work 12 hours on Christmas Eve.
Anyhoo... The Pony said his supervisor told everyone that if everything gets delivered on Christmas Eve, NOBODY will come into the office on Saturday or Sunday. The Pony is hopeful, since everything has been delivered on Tuesday and Wednesday, with nothing left over for the next day.
The Pony put a hold on a route here in Backroads, which he started this week. He says that on a light day, he can get it done in 8 hours, not counting the time he takes getting his mail ready. I forget the word for that. Not sorting... maybe CASING? Anyhoo... he went in at 5:30 Wednesday morning, and was done by 4:00. Which is EARLY for the way things have been going lately.
So far this week, The Pony has been gifted with two big slabs of peanut brittle, a $25 Amazon gift card, and another $10 gift card, the business which escapes me. He's been in high spirits, giddy with the thought of having at least one day off after working only four in a row. Here's a tale from Wednesday.
"I've never been so justified in using the "dog loose" clause for skipping a house! I was on a walking loop when I came to an abandoned house. All it ever gets is junk mail. There was a dog running loose. A dog I've never seen before. I didn't feel safe, so I skipped that house, and the five past it that were left on the loop. When I drove back by there, THREE DOGS were running around in the yard, and one of them had BLOOD all over its neck! Good thing I skipped that area!"
Sometimes, you just gotta go with your gut.