For the last six months at work, my mailbox has sat empty.  This really doesn’t come as a surprise, since 100% of my work has been internal and besides the occasional phone call, nearly 100% of my communication has been in-person or via email.  Still, it is kind of sad to see my mailbox sitting all alone.  Waiting.  Just waiting.

Today, I was standing at the copier and I glanced over to see some mail in my box.  My mailbox!  Not only was it mail, but it was also a package!  Oh glorious day!

Witness the package waiting for me.  For me!

Sprinting across the mailroom, which takes about three long steps, I reached out to grab the package.  What could it be?  Who loves me out there?

I glanced at the label and something was wrong.  The package was addressed to a coworker.  It was addressed to “Dave B.” I’m “Dave P.” Something had to be wrong.

I glanced at the mail slots and I saw the culprit, “First Name Alphabetical Listing.” Dave B’s mail slot is right above mine.  I had looked at mail in the wrong slot.  I had the wrong consonant.  I was all wrong.

(Sigh) I guess mail will need to wait for another day.  Good thing that hope springs eternal and stamps are forever.