Lollies and Mail

I had a delicious lolly the other day. What is a lolly you ask? Not a lollipop...it is the general term for any type of candy. I figured this out from a kid on the tram. School had just been let out and there were little Jonahs and Ja'mies running around in their various uniforms, trying to get home, get to band practice (many carry instruments), or go to some sort of sporting practice. I always eaves drop on the kid's conversations and literally it seems like they go to
Summer Heights High. In my mind I will say, oh there is a Jonah for sure, when I see a kid pick on another one lugging around a musical instrument bigger than himself. Or i'll notice a Ja'mie as I listen in on a convo about facebook chatting and how she cannot be bothered with it anymore, and I quote, "if you want to talk to me, you can call my mobile...until then just leave me alone". Ja'mie for sure.

If you do not know about this Jonah/Ja'mie nonsense that I have been reffering to...they are characters in an Australian tv show, Summer Heights High. It was made popular in the US on HBO... It is one of my favorites, very funny.

Anyway, back to the lolly. A pack of them were delivered to the commercial real estate company that I temped at this past week. The delivery "dude" had tatoos covering his arms, he was wearing a bike helmet, and he looked like he had just woken up. I was staring at a "bike pusher" or maybe it is a "push biker". Someone who delivers small envelopes by bike within smaller distances. As I finished writing this blog, while waiting for a tram, I looked up and a push biker, working for the Australian Post, pulled up right in front of me...so for your viewing pleasure: (Notice the bag on the back for the mail)

There are many pick ups and deliverys made throughout the day so I was always curious as to what, I mean who, would appear from the elevators next.

Another guy was wearing a padded leather jacket, boots, and dark padded pants. He had long strangly grey hair and sunglasses that he never took off. He was a motor biker (I could be wrong on these terms). Using his motor cylce to deliver. He takes a very important document that needs to be delivered within the hour to be signed...he never said a word to me. They usually never do...just in and out either dropping off a package or picking one up. Hopefully these packages all got to the right places, because I certainly was not going to try and get involved with this "method" they use for mail.

Sometimes I would sign something confirming delivery...these people requiring signatures wore uniforms...they were the normal "UPS" men that I was used to.

Mail time kept me entertained. Who knew I'd be in Melbourne temping at a real estate company enjoying mail time.