Today I made it to work almost/halfway on time. Most of the drivers were gone already, but B.... and A.... were still there. S... told me that I'd be shadowing A.... today and her reply: "Am I training my replacement?" Not the greatest introduction. April arrived a little later and squeezed my butt hello, had it been anyone else it would've been instant sexual harassment, but certain friends earn their privileges.
A.... and I walked across the Morrison Bridge and began deliveries. Went pretty much without a hitch, she started teaching me about the phone and filling out the slips. Think I might have it down. We finished deliveries at ten and so had an hour to kill before catching a ride back to HQ to sort the B route, I read a little and remembered I had paperwork left.
We caught a ride with R... and started the sort, A.... introduced me to T.... and the Lake Oswego driver (whose name I cannot remember, ack! Too many names!), S... told us I'd be going with A.... and the LO driver in the morning to see things down there.
So we're sorting and talking a little and I noticed something strange. A.... and the LO driver were talking about April, but they were calling her Dingy instead. At first I thought they meant a dinghy, a little boat, but that wouldn't make sense. I filed that away in a corner of my brain and tried to concentrate on work stuff.
We rode with R... back to Congress and began the B route. Pretty simple, finished up in time (saw N..., but no time to talk, sorry N...!) to meet R... again to give him mail and envelopes for HQ, then it was time for lunch. A.... was hoping to meet her boyfriend, so I walked across the street and started reading a newspaper while I ate. April dropped by to say hello with an armload of depositions and I couldn't hold my discovery back, "Did you know that A.... and this other person call you Dingy?" "No."
And we talked about that for awhile. We were both convinced that the name didn't have the best of intentions behind it, but what was one to do? I gave her a noogie and she went back to work, leaving me to my lunch.
On C route, A.... mentioned that she'd walked in the same place I ate, bought her lunch and walked out after she saw me with April. Weird.
No real problems, finished up promptly and met April to walk across the river to return paperwork and grab my bike. We discussed the Dingy thing some more (I just looked it up, it's not pronounced din-gee but ding-ee, apparently it's slang for crazy and insane but I'm not sure if that's what they meant) and I suggested that she mention it to S..., even if she has only a little over a week left, this name-calling could have some deeper issues attached to it. Especially if A.... doesn't even want to be around her.
Home now, it's late, time to sleep once I pack my lunch for tomorrow.
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