It's fun stuff, you know, when you get a package or letter in the mail. Despite the normality of instant messenger there's still something special in getting that little surprise from the post man. Or maybe it's because of the instant gratification (so long as people cooperate by responding immediately to us) of receiving a message that makes the rare gift in the mailbox so much more special.
It's even exciting when you're expecting that letter/package. Probably because, even if you know it's coming, you have to wait for it. And that somehow makes it wonderful.
This doesn't count when you're receiving bills, or FAFSA stuff, or that nasty letter from Roberta who hates you because you stole her boyfriend...
PS: that never happened.
But seriously. It didn't. I don't know anyone named Roberta. Are there people named Roberta?
I digress. Packages are fun to get!
So, I'm a writer. I write teen books. And on the day I got this particular package in the mail, I was editing my latest piece (a piece I've also been super nervous about). So here I am, typing away, when my brother walks in. You'd think by now my siblings would know not to disturb me whence in the middle of a writing session, but alas. It happens often. So he comes in, bearing this package like some kind of special sacrificial offering we're about to slay on the alter of my sewing desk (or my bed rather, since that's where he plopped it later), and he asks me, "Jess, you got a package, what is it?"
I was expecting a package, so I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know." Liar. I just didn't want to have to tell him what I thought it might be. I was working, yo.
He asks again, "but what is it?"
"I don't know! Just put it on the bed, I am working!" I was annoyed, obviously. Don't bug me while I'm working, fool!
So he does. And about an hour or so later, I finish. I've forgotten about the package, that is until I swivel in my chair to get out and I see it on my bed.
It is a much bigger box than I was expecting those vitamins I adored to come in. I mean. The beast was huge for the bottle I was expecting. So I pick it up, and to my delight, it's something I wasn't expecting. A package from Moviepilot, a site where I write articles about my nerdy love for nerdy things, but mostly movies.
I remember vaguely that this was something that might happen randomly, but it wasn't something I was ever expecting. What fun! It was even addressed from one of the guys I had corresponded with from that company. (I'm bad at emailing conversationally, sorry that kind of just died). So, I opened the box, and I found my presents.
Sweet deal.
Write for moviepilot, the people are great, it's fun stuff, and you just might get a gift.
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