Dear Mr Australia Post Delivery Dude,
When I first moved in here, we had a fabulous relationship. You were such a lovely man - you even delivered on a Saturday. You knew I worked from home, and you often rang the buzzer a couple of times just in case I was doing the proverbial hair wash or something similar like dozing off at my desk over my laptop.
That never happens of course.
Busily wiping dribble off the keyboard.
But then - something happened. You left, and someone new started. The relationship just wasn't the same. I started getting strange e-mails saying 'delivery onboard with driver' - and I would get terribly excited and wait for you to arrive. Then the next thing I knew - another e-mail.
'Attempted delivery. Parcel can be picked up from GPO after this time'.
Well, bollocks to that. Because I am afraid to say that it is very hard to have an attempted delivery IF NO ATTEMPT AT DELIVERY HAS BEEN MADE.
Now I am not saying that I am here all the time. But when I know I am here, unless I have mysteriously drifted into some parallel universe in my linen cupboard, I would really appreciate my parcel schlepping its way up the stairs. It can even take the lift if it wants to. I'm not precious. If it is feeling lazy, it can even use a particle beam accelerator for all I care.
Just don't try to tell me I am not here when I am.
I have enough problems dealing with reality as it is. This is just messing with my head for no reason whatsoever.
And denying me IPG.
Instant Parcel Gratification.
So please Mr Postman, instead of sitting in your little van and busily writing out a card, and then getting out of said little van and putting said card in my mailbox, take the five extra steps to my apartment building's front door. And ring the buzzer. Who knows? In the long run it might save you getting RSI. And give you a little bit of exercise.
And I will get my parcels!