I am working at the Post Office this week and am using my personal collection of "stock photos".
I am drinking tea though.
In a thermal cup.
Which means it is scalding hot for the first 10 minutes, then tepid (blaaach!) and finally cold.
If I were Postmaster, I would have a hot plate and water kettle in the back room, but I am just the "PMR" (Post Master Replacement) which is also an achronym for "temporary help".
The current Post "Mistress" does not even drink coffee so that appliance sits in the back room covered in dust.
I won't touch it, no matter how desperate I am for coffee in the morning.
But I go home for lunch (one block away) and come back equipped with my afternoon survival beverage.
I love rainy days at the P.O.
The swish of traffic on the wet street outside, the ticking clock and the occasional patron who comes in for postage and a bit of gossip.
I live in a small town.
The pace is slow.
And I know more about some patrons than I care to know.
They mistaken me for a bartender and tell me their problems.
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