As usual, I took annual during Christmas week. And, as usual, my boss thinks I'm insane.
Well, I did work Monday and Tuesday. Oh yeah, 69 parcels and 34 SPRs. The Supe said,
"DPS is light today. Eight hours today. Let's go. Eight hours, that's non-negotiable. Why are you people still in the building?"
What about that announcement she just made, the one about parcels not being finished?
When our smiling manager comes to chat, I tell him I am going mad. All he says is "Hey, don't you want to be out there for those tips?"
In a way he could be right. Seeing family is great, but it never really feels like Christmas any more. I'm contemplating selling out and staying to work next Christmas. I hope we're all still employed then. I won't be dramatic and say "it could be our last"..
But with the way things are going, you never know. I really have to re-read the drivel that says HR 2309 will likely be passed n ext year. You know, the one that was never going to go anywhere?
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve but who knows if I'll make it to the party. It is my NS day after all.
See, I'm selling out already.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Welcome Visitors
Ah. I'm hoping,probably in vain, that all my good postal psycho buddies will pay this dump a visit. Charles, the real Nick, Hammond Egger, the 2012ers, Arch, CL ...hell I'll even take the frog! Disgruntled, where are you? Crapper?!
And at least the ghost of Tom Joad!
And at least the ghost of Tom Joad!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
A Long Rest..for the Wicked and Weary
So yeah, judging by the date of my last post, I needed a long rest!
Since then things on the job have really fallen apart.
Now it appears they wanna kill the Post Office. Not sure if I blame them. I appreciate my job, but it's kind of a hideous place. The crap in the media surrounding the postal crisis is, well, a lot of crap.
I don't think the post office is irrelevant. Yeah, we need to change some things.
I never drank on the job but maybe we should start doing that. Back in the days when my delivery area was a small, unobtrusive little beach town, letter carriers (and the Postmaster, and the supervisors) drank on the job all the time. Sure, not everyone did. I surely would've been too paranoid had I been a drinker in the first place. But productivity was higher then. Man, a carrier couldn't wait to get to the next stop, just drooling with anticipation because there might be a cold beer in the next mailbox.
I remember going out to help this guy Gordy. He'd be half passed out in his shitty old PO Jeep. And underneath the mail ledge there it was...another six pack just waiting for him. This usually happened quite early in the day, so it would take at least two carriers to finish the route for him.
Just think of all the unemployment problems we could solve if more folks would get drunk on the job.
Oh well. Just a thought.
How about it, Darrell Issa?
Since then things on the job have really fallen apart.
Now it appears they wanna kill the Post Office. Not sure if I blame them. I appreciate my job, but it's kind of a hideous place. The crap in the media surrounding the postal crisis is, well, a lot of crap.
I don't think the post office is irrelevant. Yeah, we need to change some things.
I never drank on the job but maybe we should start doing that. Back in the days when my delivery area was a small, unobtrusive little beach town, letter carriers (and the Postmaster, and the supervisors) drank on the job all the time. Sure, not everyone did. I surely would've been too paranoid had I been a drinker in the first place. But productivity was higher then. Man, a carrier couldn't wait to get to the next stop, just drooling with anticipation because there might be a cold beer in the next mailbox.
I remember going out to help this guy Gordy. He'd be half passed out in his shitty old PO Jeep. And underneath the mail ledge there it was...another six pack just waiting for him. This usually happened quite early in the day, so it would take at least two carriers to finish the route for him.
Just think of all the unemployment problems we could solve if more folks would get drunk on the job.
Oh well. Just a thought.
How about it, Darrell Issa?
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Food Drive Drivel
Today was the annual letter carriers' food drive.
It's usual a bummer day because people like to have the day off, and that creates more work for everyone else. Then add to that we have to collect the food, which is cool.
The boss gave me pieces of two other routes to do after mine (we call those pieces "bumps"). So I'm on the second bump, which is all curbside mailboxes.
This guy in a pickup pulls up next to me and says,"Look. I know you're the substitute but what I wanna know is where the hell have you been all day ? We usually get our mail before noon. Ands it's because of you that someone took the food we left outside for you guys this morning".
Well it was four o'clock and this guy is wagging his finger at me. I calmly explained that a volunteer had been around earlier to get the food, and that I had spent most of the day on my own route. Not good enough for him, oh no.
"I expect a check every Saturday. If I know you're not gonna be here by noon I could call over there and have my mail held so I could just pick it up and get to the bank...."
Hahahahaha. I hope we go to five day delivery really soon.
It's usual a bummer day because people like to have the day off, and that creates more work for everyone else. Then add to that we have to collect the food, which is cool.
The boss gave me pieces of two other routes to do after mine (we call those pieces "bumps"). So I'm on the second bump, which is all curbside mailboxes.
This guy in a pickup pulls up next to me and says,"Look. I know you're the substitute but what I wanna know is where the hell have you been all day ? We usually get our mail before noon. Ands it's because of you that someone took the food we left outside for you guys this morning".
Well it was four o'clock and this guy is wagging his finger at me. I calmly explained that a volunteer had been around earlier to get the food, and that I had spent most of the day on my own route. Not good enough for him, oh no.
"I expect a check every Saturday. If I know you're not gonna be here by noon I could call over there and have my mail held so I could just pick it up and get to the bank...."
Hahahahaha. I hope we go to five day delivery really soon.
Friday, May 7, 2010
The first step......
to solving a problem is admitting you have it. So. I'm a loser.
Just writing that was kinda traumatic, so I'll see ya tomorrow. I need some rest for this.
Just writing that was kinda traumatic, so I'll see ya tomorrow. I need some rest for this.
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