‘Twas the night before the move

‘Twas the night before the move, when all through the place

People were organizing the stuff in their space.

The stickers were placed on the crates with care,

In hopes that Cabro soon would be there.


The admin was busy, packing ahead

While visions of stickers danced in her head.

Gail and I in t-shirts and jeans,

Were determined to make moving happen, by whatever means.

When out in the hallway there arose such a clatter,

We sprang to our feet to see what was the matter.

Into the hall we flew like a flash

To discover the crates had taken a crash. Nothing was damaged, neither human or crate.

I returned to the mailroom as the day was getting late.

Please help me get down some frames with the casters.

If I get them myself, it’ll be a disaster.

Sure thing! my co-worker said, and he lifted them down with relative ease.

Where do you want them? In the mailroom please!


Pack the pens. Pack the trays.

Pack them all kinds of ways.

Pack the envelopes and the labels.

Don’t forget to label the tables!


In with the folders

And the label holders.

In with the CD mailers and the ink.

As I pack, being short stinks!

Pack the water and the snacks.

Hear the rollers go clickety-clack.


Pace yourself and take a rest.

Eat a snack; that would be best!

Then pack the mailroom and the breakroom; don’t forget GIS!

Last but not least are supplies for FedEx and UPS.

At lunch, my co-worker turned with a jerk.

‘This microwave doesn’t work!’

Why take it with us

If it’s causing such a fuss?

I told him it wasn’t my call

About whether we should leave it in the hall.


Working in the mailroom, it got so hot.

I put a fan in a wonderful spot.

I turned it on, felt a wonderful breeze.

Gail came by and did tease.

You look like Wonder Woman with your hair a fluff.

The fan makes your hair do funky stuff!


Theresa, reserve the SUV.

For progress on Red Oak I must see.

Take some photos, I pleaded.

I wonder how much work is still needed

Before we’re cleared to move?

That, the builder has to prove!


Finally, I saw our new mailboxes are tall,

I have to be careful I don’t fall

Because on a step stool I will be

For the top bin, I must see!


The mover told Gail: Call as much as needed.

This advice, she gladly heeded.

We need a crate our legal folders will fit.

The red crates he brought were certainly a hit!


The movers worked and filled all the rooms

With boxes we readied, most by Thursday noon.

They sprang to the truck,

We wished them luck

As they fit things in our new space.

While they set a fast pace, it wasn’t a race.

They strove to get it right

With their muscle and might.

I heard them exclaim as they drove out of sight,

Happy moving to all and to all a good life!

Copyright © 2016 by Theresa M. Williams


From box wrestler to exterminator, I love my job, most of the time!

I love my job, most of the time. Almost daily I am asked for my autograph. FedEx and UPS must think I’m some sort of celebrity or something–NOT!

I have a window where I can see the weather. Most of my co-workers do not have a window and tell me how jealous they are. I see a lot of trees, but not much else. Occasionally, a skink, bird, squirrel or other creature will appear, but most of what I hear is planes from the airport.

A requirement for this job is to wrestle with boxes, breaking them apart for recycling. Sometimes, I think the box gets the better of the fight!

I get to go outside daily (in all kinds of weather) to take out and bring in the mail. It’s a challenge figuring out who gets what, even though I have an extensive list of instructions. Walking to the back of the building and back to the front is what I call the postal service fitness program!

I have to have eyes in the back of my head to see employees coming to the door to get in (without digging out their key).

Sometimes I will rescue a co-worker–at a moment’s panicked notice–from ‘monsters’ in her office. I get to play exterminator by getting rid of hairy things that look like millipedes, only worse. Don’t really know what their insect class is, but I’m the hero of the moment when my co-worker can relax that it’s finally gone and won’t bother her again…until the next one appears!

I have a co-worker who has an ongoing hate relationship with the postage machine, more like intimidation. She tries, but I end up taming the beast.

We have an ice machine that is intent on banging us on the head with its cover. Don’t know how we’ve offended it, but it keeps on with its mischievous behavior.

There are a lot of other things I do at work, too numerous to mention. It helps to have a sense of humor, especially on busy days when my boss and I are frazzled.

Lord, when I’m frazzled and overwhelmed—whether at work or wherever I am–help me to keep my perspective regarding what’s important right now and what can wait until later. Help me to listen to your Holy Spirit whispering amidst the clamor of daily life. Amen!

Copyright © 2016 by Theresa M. Williams